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astrologylunadream · 5 months

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Who am I destined to love?💌☁️🔗 [Soulmate reading] (Pick a card/Tarot love reading)

Hey it's Lunadream🤗 We will be doing a reading on your destined lover!💗 hope you find your message🌸💫

Notice: Only take what resonates because the most important thing is your own judgement!♡ If anything doesn't resonate, don't worry! It's not your message right now <3 (Entertainment purpose only. All rights reserved)

Now, shall we begin~? ^w^ Think of the love you long for, and pick whichever pile that fits the energy you're feeling~🌸🌟

Pile 1🦊

Pile 2🦢

Pile 3🛋

Pile 4🎹

Take your time and choose carefully with the heart~♡

On to the readings —> 💌

Pile 1🦊

Sign energy: Forgiveness, Anger, True feelings, Fame, Singer, 3rd house, Cancer, Moon, North node, Gemini, 🪐🧩🌃🛎

☁️Your energy: You guys have a fiery energy about you, very kind and fun loving. You are very emotional and tend to have outbursts if your emotional state is not safe or well taken care of. You could love singing and I'm getting a more specific message that someone in this pile has a famous parent/mom, a singer mom if there are any of you in my pile 1😆 You get frustrated easily but those feelings come from your true heart, and you express yourself openly and genuinely. I feel like this pile doesn't back down when angry💢 You could be a night owl, prefer the night time. I feel like you're more in touch with your emotions at night, like cinderella I'm hearing "when the clock strikes twelve" and suddenly you are your true self at night, your openly emotional real self.♡ You may feel inclined to become famous or a public speaker, sharing your thoughts and ideas with those who need it the most.

💘Who you're destined to love: Fox, Neck, Taurus, Gemini, Fix, Leo, South node, Air, Aries, Water, 🎡🦀🍭🚀 A very fun and gorgeous person awaits my pile 1, if you were drawn to the fox here it came out again so this is your confirmation this is definitely the pile!! This could be someone from your past, you will feel a sense of familiarity with this person. They have a more so direct approach to communication and think fast. Very witty, intelligent and a natural problem solver. Taurus, Gemini, Leo, or Aries placements, they may have Sun conjunct Venus or Mercury I feel. They have a very attractive neck, especially with the Taurus energy. As for the purpose of this destiny, I'm seeing as someone you are destined to fix, almost help in a way, your love is meant to heal this person on an emotional level. They will be so glad they met you, like you were fated to help them. It's giving heaven sent angel vibes <3 They will see you as an answer to their prayers, and things will only look up from there.😊 This destiny is an emotional journey for you both, connecting through mutual understanding and comforting one another is the true reason for this connection. It will heal and nurture your hearts greatly.♡ It will be a fun, pleasant and in some ways childlike relationship made of pure love and trust.

💌Messages from them: I'll never forget you, I finally get it, Our love is a game, I know exactly how you like it, I see you, Extra cards: Daily, Follower, Angel, Green, Crazy, 8th house, Earth, Chiron, Water, Sun, (Guardian angel vibes🥺💫)

Thank you my pile 1's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 1 with the fox emoji~🦊 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 2🦢

Sign energy: Cafe, Long term, Endurance, Stomach, Hair, North node, Aquarius, Gemini, ⛵😂🌉🤍

☁️Your energy: You guys have such a graceful vibe, I see so much pure cleansed energy with this pile. Elegant swan energy for you guys <3 Most of you in this pile are looking for long term commitment, so you may be hoping that the one you are destined to love is someone you will be with for a long time. Some of you work as a barista/job at a cafe☕💕 Your hair is gorgeous and people talk about it a lot.💇‍♀️ Aquarius and Gemini placements overall air signs but I'm getting such indirect Virgo energy from this pile omgggg any Virgo's in my lovely pile 2??😂 Btw this emoji!!😂😂😂 Do you use it alot?? Could be significant for any of this pile, you may laugh a lot and your laugh is very light and beautiful. I'm seeing a future of laughing and happiness with this pile I feel like that is also your destiny to just, laugh and have fun. Just loosen up a bit and enjoy the little things that make you happy, being grateful is meant for you my pile 2's <3 You have such an angelic presence about you, so admirable and full of kindness and beauty. You may want to meet your future but don't like the steps to get there, but I'm hearing only of you endure the journey of your hopes can you arrive at the destination of fulfilling them. Haha maybe that resonates with some of you, I feel like you may drink coffee or tea often. Cafes are your jam!

💘Who you're destined to love: Comfort, Love, Shame, Present, Blind, 12th house, Lilith, Eros, Neptune, Air, 🤣🤒😤🧲 Okaaay my pile 2's we have some interesting energy going on with this 👏person👏 You are definitely destined with this person romantically, I'm hearing fated connection. This is someone who is seemingly new or not experienced with love, they make mistakes and don't know what they're doing most of the time.🥺 They also have so many fantasies about it some that they are shameful of or embarrassed to meet, they have a some darker needs too in a romantic connection. Many of their turn on's in a partner are subconscious fears aswell. I get the vibe this person isn't the best at communiting their desires, it makes them feel vulnerable and out of place like a fish out of water. Pisces/12th house and air placements are possible. They are a dreamer, they have this "where am I? Who am I?" type of vibe😂😂 like they are just one with the energies, I feel like this person is very in tune with the spiritual side of life themselves. Your person is very attractive in a soft aesthetic way, ethereal and beyond physical charms that rope you in like a buoy in the crashing waves of the sea🌊 You are destined to love this person with all your heart, to cherish eachother on levels deeper many can experience. A soulmate connection is likely, and this is such a deep and contemporary romance as well as passionate. You will fulfill many desires with this person, because they take you to higher places you can't explain. I was also getting some "spicy"👀 messages coming out in this pile but since this is not an 🔞 reading I was like 👁👄👁 "not today-" LOL it will not complement the soft/dreamy vibe of this reading lol😂👌 So for my pile 2's that are interested, your person has some intense desire for you for sure maybe check out my dark pac readings for some messages in that😅😳 :'> Overall this is a very intuitive and romantic person, they are all giving and all consuming in this destined love with you.💗

💌Messages from them: I don't look at other people, I'm addicted to your love, You might get hurt, I have nothing to give, I'm not okay (🥺🥺💔) Extra cards: Alien, In, Fantasy, Shopping, Age, 12th house, 9th house, Sagittarius, Jupiter, 6th house (Destiny calls to heal this person and their fantasies, to either restrict or enhance their deepest desires.)

Thank you my pile 2's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 2 with the swan emoji~🦢 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 3🛋

Sign energy: Try, Activity, Library, Unicorn, Keep a secret, Chiron, Gemini, Vertex, Sun, 3rd house, 😫👿🕯⛓

☁️Your energy: Alright my pile 3's could be Gemini, Leo, Virgo or prominent 3rd house energy. I'm getting some heavy vibes with this some, something is telling me that many in this pile are new to tarot or giving it a try for the first time or for some could have quit for a while and come back for some answers. If you felt this way this definitely could be your pile. I am sensing some worried energy, my pile 3's are not telling anyone what they have been up to recently🤫🙊 You have been keeping this to yourself, and maybe even the idea of loving someone is something you are not ready to share just yet. You guys are very unique and smart, you have a talent for knowing things and speaking well. Sometimes you have a dark side that you don't want to show, and it is your deepest worries and thoughts that hold you down. You may read a lot, there could be many book lovers in this pile. I feel as if you are afraid of fate hence why you are trying to see the future you are uncertain of.😟 My pile 3's are very cautious people especially when it comes to life and fate. You are heavily drawn to the occult, but also fear those practices. You see fate and destiny as chains that weigh you down, and you wish to break free to finally reach the clouds above. You are an independent and spiritually wise thinker.

💘Who you're destined to love: Fight, First, Honey, Spring, Skin, 4th house, Cancer, Water, Moon, Capricorn, 🛎🤞☔🍑 Okay my lovely pile 3's I keep getting an anxious energy, this could be about love itself. I hope this may ease my pile 3's uncertainties of the future.😞💖 This person you are destined to love has a strong personality, one that somehow compliments yours. Okay but like when you guys first meet??😍 I'm getting some passionate and bold conflict turned into something really sweet💞 I feel like you argued with this person a lot when you first met, but then after you set aside your disagreements you realized how caring and loving they can be.😢 You may have gotten very defensive about yourself or things they told you, but you soon learned to listen to their words as they hold truth and only wish to help you. They may be born in spring. Cancer and Capricorn energy is strong for this pile's person, you are destined to meet them. This connection will show you to be less skeptical and afraid of conflict and disagreement, and to learn how to understand those who seem cold or not "good" on the surface. I'm feeling this person wasn't nice to you at first, only after you loosened up from the emotional shell you tried to protect yourself with. They finally started being nice to you without reason, or perhaps you didn't realize their kindness until then. This connection is meant to shift perspectives, and hold security in trusting others. This is such a powerful lesson within this fated love omggg😭💗 Some of you might marry this person!!💍

💌Messages from them: Are you attracted to me? Don't talk to me, You can't control me, I'll only distract you, I'll never forgive you (My pile 3 your person really cares about you and they tend to push you away and it seems like they're brushing you off but that's how they show their love for you by removing themselves from the situation to let you heal and take your time😭🤍) Extra cards: One of a kind, Feminine, Hold on, Style, Juno, Moon, Eros, 9th house, Scorpio, Taurus (Omgg they see you as a devine feminine to them, their other half. They want to marry you for real!!🥺)

Thank you my pile 3's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 3 with the sofa emoji~🛋 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

Pile 4🎹

Sign energy: Find, Desert, Quiet, Winter, Hands are tied, Eros, 7th house, Sagittarius, Pisces, Earth, 🖌🕯💘🥊

☁️Your energy: Ohh I'm loving the energy of pile 4 we have some prominent Jupiter placements here!! Could be a Libra, Sagittarius or Pisces somewhere in your charts <3 earth signs are possible. I'm definitely getting Sag/Pisces vibes from you guys😇 Creative dreamers searching for self expression and love~ some of you may be more on the quiet/shy side or more submissive in relationships. But outside of them you are a free spirit with a wild heart, you just love having fun and doing the things that make you happy. You want to find a soulmate, someone who is spiritually tied to you... who's heart is locked to yours eternally. You are looking for a person who will appreciate your creativity and spirituality, your soft and illusive dreamy self with a passion to explore life and everything you love. You may be an artist/painter or enjoy those activities, or physical sports like weight lifting or going to the gym. Could be interested in boxing. You are a fighter and a lover because you fight for love. May be born in winter, also I'm getting specific middle east vibes so some of you could be from there.💫💕

💘Who you're destined to love: Soulmates, Forgiveness, Backwards, 11th house, Date, Mars, Cancer, Venus, 1st house, Lilith, 🤕🍳🍂🏷 This is someone from your past, now I'm getting some past lover vibes. For some of you this is an ex, or someone you had an argument with. I'm sensing someone you will meet online, or have possibly already met before. I am seeing that in the beginning of this connection, you or them were too impulsive or quick to complain about the way things started off between you two. After some time I'm seeing the work of fate brings you back to this person, and you will be surprised how much they held on to this connection.😦 Like you will be shocked how much this person really cared (maybe you thought they would be angry/distant with you) but like this person will be on their knees for you omg.😖😳 This person is very emotional and honestly so deeply in love with this pile and they just want a second chance😞💕 They regret their past decisions and the way they treated you, and fate is calling you to accept and love them, this is after all who you are destined to love. There may have been a misunderstanding in the beginning or a first impression that affected your judgement of them, but there will be clarity with this person finally and my pile 4 you will see the truth about them. They are genuinely attached to my pile 4's and have just so much love and respect for you.🥺 You are destined to love and cherish them aswell, as it is very likely you will find this to be your soulmate.💗

💌Messages from them: To me, I feel so confused, It's all fake, Why would you want me? Our eyes have met (They are so scared of loosing you because they feel in their heart you guys are meant to be soulmates😫💞) Extra cards: Despair, Cuddle, Backwards, Previous, Love at first sight, 9th house, Libra, Water, 6th house, Neptune (They would be sad without you pile 4 they feel as if the work of fate brought you together😭😖💖)

Thank you my pile 4's! If you feel this resonated, you may tap the heart to claim this message!💌

I hope you enjoyed your reading! ʚ(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )ɞ If you did be sure to let me know pile 4 with the piano emoji~🎹 Thanks for scrolling through, Hugs hugs hugs!! See you in the next reading💞

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Thanks for reading! \(*^w^)/💌 -Lunadream <3

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shirefantasies · 3 months

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Okay this is probably a really stupid and hyper specific request, but I really want to see it.. What about the Fellowship (plus Faramir if you wouldn't mind) with a reader who's really sensitive to the cold? Specifically in their hands too.

I have a weird medical condition called Raynaud's Syndrome where, when I get cold, my hands lose all circulation and essentially risk dying from blood loss (something about the blood vessels constricting in the cold) so I personally have to wear at least 2 pairs of gloves when going out in under 50°F weather. It's annoying as hell, and I just imagine the reader on the quest trying to hide it but someone notices they're wearing like 3 pairs of gloves or how their hands are freakishly ice cold and getting worried.

Sorry if that's too specific, it's just -5°F here so I'm thinking about it. I love your blog, keep up the amazing work and take care of yourself sweetie!

Nah, not stupid at all! Besides I've seen much more specific requests and scenarios 😆 this honestly has such opportunity to be a cute imagine though I'm vibin with it~ gonna do everyone cuz, well you know 😂 I use the term frostbite a bit just because they probably wouldn’t quite have the same medical understanding/terminology in Middle Earth lol

Cold Hands, Warm Heart

Aragorn

“There is no shame in it.” Starting, you peer up at Aragorn, probably looking for all the world like a spooked rabbit. “It is cold,” he agrees simply, nodding down to your hidden hands. “Yes,” you reply, wringing them and shuddering, “I suppose you are correct. Call it misfortune, but I am quite prone to its ill effects.” Immediately he reaches for your hand, brows raising at the ice he feels in your veins even through your pair of gloves. Half releasing you and gazing sadly upon your wince at the loss of warmth, Aragorn reaches into his pack and hands you a bundle with a faint sheen. Leather gloves. “These are much thicker. A bit unwieldy, yes, but I trust we won’t be doing much fighting in the snow. Take them, please, for they see no use with me.” “How can I thank you?” You smile at him, wonder coloring your eyes. “Simply wear them with joy,” he replies.

Legolas

“Do not worry,” Legolas spoke suddenly at your side, all but startling you save the sheer calm of his presence, “I have something for you if you’d like- a gift of the elves.” Cocking your head, you swiveled to face him, flushing as he stepped close enough for your hips to brush. A part of you wondered if he was doing it on purpose, but knowing him he hadn't even realized...shaking your head, you held out your hands to accept what he offered. It appeared as a kerchief, a small shroud of fabric with a faint, almost silky, sheen. "You may recall our cloaks hide us from hostile eyes? Well, this will keep the cold locked away from you tighter than anything. May I?" Such a gentleman. Smiling, you nod as he folds his gift gently over your hands, almost sobbing at the instantaneous difference. Experimentally you flex your hands, find even the strain of your joints diminished. Without thinking, you lean up and kiss his cheek, pulling away with shock to his smile. "And yet you still have a warmer gift for me."

Boromir

He sees the way you furtively grip your gloved hands, tries not to draw too much attention but gradually moves to walk at your side. “Are you in pain?” He asks with a slight nod to your hands. At that, you sigh and shake your head. “No, my hands are just quite sensitive. Since I was young I was told my risk of frostbite is great.” Eyes widening, Boromir takes one of your hands; you wince at the motion’s rush of cold only for it to melt into a smile at the way the pad of his thumb brushes over the back of it. “Why have you never told me?” “Because,” you shrug, “it sounds like I’m just complaining. My claim is not believable to most.” “Your words hold true to me,” Boromir replies with a smile, pulling a pair of gloves from his pocket, “here. You need them more than I do. Really, I insist.”

Gimli

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Chuckling faintly at the dwarf’s words, you finally break from your reverie, realizing you must have been staring oddly in a daze. The cold was getting to you and bad, snow flitting between your heads and caking onto your cloaks. The old, worn gloves you had were hardly helping, and in that moment you feared for loss of your hands to frostbite- perhaps that was the ghost you’d seen. With effort you peel your fingers from their fists and wince. “Ah! Cold, are you? Why, I’ve just the thing! We dwarves are quite thick in the hide, often hard to beat by a little snow! But that’s also because we know a trick or two,” he tells you with a wink, pulling two little sewn objects from his pockets. Resembling small pillows, they fall lightly into your hands. “Give them a shake for a bit, see if you don’t feel better! A great chemical trick from the mines, you see.” Frowning faintly, you humor Gimli, shaking his strange gifts in your hand until- warmth! Grinning, you shake more vigorously and sigh in relief at the heat and motion spreading back into your hands, which you throw around his neck. “I’ll never doubt you again, Gimli!” “Mind telling the elf that?”

Frodo

"Can we keep the fire going?" Frodo. He had made his way to Aragorn's side, and though that was all you heard beneath the wind and your premature mourning of the heat it seemed the hobbit was vying rather well, making a few gestures before the ranger gave him a nod. With a small smile Frodo returned to the log you sat upon, lowering down to take a seat at your side. "I saw how cold you are. Your hands have hardly left this fire. Aragorn agreed we can keep it so long as watch is kept," he told you, nodding down to the kindling saving your hands. "Thank you," you breathed, "I hope he doesn't think me frivolous." "And I hope you don't think me a gossip, for I told him you needed it. I-I just worried for you and could hardly stand to see you get frostbite of our accord." Endearment took over your face as you peered into the hobbit's eyes, saw the reflection of your fire flickering therein. "Oh, Frodo, I could never think that. You are no gossip, but a hero." And with that, you relinquished the fire long enough to put your arms around him, pulling him close and bringing a different kind of warmth.

Sam

“You look like you’re fit to catch your death of cold.” Turning from your focus upon your hands, you see Sam at your side and smile faintly. “Let’s hope not,” you joke back, “but I’ll be grateful for the fire once we get it started.” Digging in his pockets, Sam looks down for a moment before producing a scarf. “I figure even if I had gloves they wouldn’t fit you, but you could always wrap this around.” “I can’t take this,” you shake your head, “after all, what will you do, then?” “I’ll just sit right next to you and that’ll keep me plenty warm,” Sam responds with a sweet smile, "here." Matters settled, he winds his scarf tightly around your hands, keeping them in his for a moment, thinking, then finally pressing a kiss to them before he lets them go.

Merry

"Oh, no, you don't!" "Merry," you giggle, "I need to get my whittling knife from my pack!" "I can get it." Since the day you told Merry you were sensitive to the cold, particularly by the frost that overtakes your hands, the hobbit has quite insisted upon holding them in his at all times. Even if yours are larger, his are quite insistent and, bless him, warm. However, he barely understood that you could hardly walk with both your hands in his all the time, and the others had taken to giving you little smiles and shakes of their head and never calling one name without the other. "You ought to give up," Pippin chuckles your name with a grin, "Merry is quite used to keeping his antics going." "Antics?" Sam shoots back, crossing his arms and shaking his head fondly. "More like excuses. I know a lovestruck fool when I see one."

Pippin

“You should have told me you were cold!” Guilt flit across your features at Pippin’s words and, of course, his glance to your thrice-gloved hands. “Well, it’s just my hands, you see, I-” “Doesn’t matter,” he cut you off with a grin of warm acceptance, “no matter what of you isn’t comfortable, you have me to take care of you, alright? Now watch this.” You watched as he placed stones in Sam’s once-washed pot. “I’ve seen healers do this, usually on someone’s back but I figure heat is heat, right?” Giggling, you admit that he is right. “We’ll let these go for a bit before you grab them- can’t have you getting burned either,” he dotes, shaking his head and peering back from the fire to you with shining eyes.

Faramir

"Faramir, they'll stare," you protested as he began walking you out the door. "And when I tell them this is what the nurses ordered they shall feel quite remorseful," he joked back, continuing on your course. Heat rushed to your cheeks as you went out into the White City with one hand both in Faramir's and in his pocket. The other you kept in your own, supplemented for lack of your beloved's warmth by an extra glove. It was, in fact, not the same. "Besides, there are worse pockets for your hand to be in, no?" That comment was quite worth relieving your left hand of its pocket long enough to give Faramir a light smack on the chest. Opportunity struck, though, and he caught your hand in his free one, pressing his lips to the back of it. "Perhaps I am fonder of winter than I quite realized. Always did we prefer spring's hope of blossom to the dreary chill, but it would seem there are many advantages to take in the cold."

Eomer

“Why do you hide your hands so?” Direct. Eomer, it seemed, did not find your habit of tucking away from the cold as discreet as you did. You sighed. Fear crept along your spine alongside winter’s chill at the thought of the warrior finding you weak. Would he believe you or disregard your word like so many others? “I’m prone to frostbite, you could say,” you replied quietly, hands clasped. At that, Eomer tilted his head, fixing you as a sight entirely new to his eyes. “Let me see.” Suppressing a wince, you held out your gloved hands and tried to ignore the jolt you felt when he held them, thumbs running over the backs. Frowning, he spoke again. “This will not do.” That time, you winced, trying to pull your hands away, but his grip tightened as he continued. “The Riders have far thicker gloves. Let me fetch you a pair. Your hands are far too capable to lose, after all.” Winking, he made his way toward the armory with a smile matching the faint creep of yours upon your lips.

Haldir

"Is this why they were so reluctant to send you? I must apologize, I fought so hard on your behalf because I thought they doubted you, not this." You shake your head, eyes almost tearing up at the hurt on Haldir's face. "You could not have known. I...try not to tell anyone. They seldom believe me," you confessed, hands wringing nervously. The mission was outside of Lothlórien, away higher into the mountains where the chill could affect you. Of greatest concern to you, though, was how Haldir would react to a perceived weakness. His grace had you taken aback, though, as he held your hands, never pushed you, ensured you felt able to fight before sending you into the fray. Even when you stayed behind from danger you couldn't help but smile as his words. "This will never happen again. All I want is to keep you safe."

Eowyn

“This is beautiful, thank you,” you breathe, pulling a short length of luxurious fur from the box with wide eyes. This could not have been an easily attained gift. “You like it?” Eowyn smiles, enraptured at your joy and the way you eagerly nod. “Do you know what it is?” Grin fading a bit, you shake your head, regretting your ignorance especially if it is to come off as ingratitude. It does not, though, or such only fuels Eowyn’s glow further as she extends a hand over it. “A muff! See here!” Plucking it from your hands, she slides her own inside the fur, revealing its tube shape. Alight, you immediately stick your own hands in there, sheepish at the way Eowyn starts at the cold of them before holding them together beneath the warm, fluffy layers. “This is perfect,” you thank her, your head falling to her shoulder.

Arwen

"Your hands are cold!" "I-I'm sorry," you pull from her grasp sheepishly. "Do not be," she smiles and shakes her head, "It simply came as a surprise. Mine are often the same. Rarely do I feel it so." "Prone to frostbite as I am," you remarked, "my hands are likely colder than any you have felt before." "Meleth nín," Arwen's brow creased, "why have you never spoken of this before? Perhaps we should try something." Your own brow creased with a faint frown as the elf took you by the hand, off to one of the many rooms baths were drawn in. "Oh, yes," you replied, "hot water does help." "I am sure it does, but would you be willing to try something new?" Swallowing a spike of anxiety, you peered into Arwen's blue eyes and nodded, giving in fully to your trust of her. You could tell she wanted to keep what she was doing a surprise, standing completely over the small basin as she was, but soon she was taking your hands again, dipping them several times into thick, heavenly warmth. "And now," she told you with a grin, wrapping your hands in small covers, then heated towels, "we wait." Every muscle in your body relaxed as the sensation crept through your veins, up through your loosening hands and shivering deliciously down your spine. "What is this?" You asked, almost adding magic to the end of your question but feeling a bit too foolish. "Wax of all things," Arwen giggled, "and judging by your expression, it is helping."

Elrond

"Let me feel them." Elrond's voice is commanding, but not at all harsh, as he holds out his palms and accepts your hands. Immediately his thumbs curl over them and a light frown creases his forehead. He nods. "They are quite cold." At that, it is your turn to nod as if to say I told you so. "The storm is to last for several more days. Come with me. Please." The last word upon Elrond's lips is one of the softest you've heard, drawing you up from your seat and after him without a single thought. You follow the flow of Elrond's robes down a corridor and into another room, this one with a crackling fireplace and the softest-looking bed you've ever seen. "What is this," you cannot help joking, "my winter prison?" Before you hear the lord of Rivendell, you feel him, his form drawing nearer until his chest rests against your back. "I prefer to think of it as our getaway," he replies in a low voice, hands falling upon your shoulders.

Lindir

Lindir’s face fell at the frustration upon yours, the way your hands shakily dropped from his harp. He was to teach you as you’d wished, but your hands were not cooperating with you. “You seem a bit stiff. May I?” Confused more than anything, you look up at him and nod. Reaching over, he takes one hand in each of his, brows shooting up the moment you touch. “Well, no small wonder! Your hands are like ice.” “I know,” you agree, gaze falling from Lindir’s dark eyes, “they get like this with every chill of winter.” You see the way Lindir straightens, the surprise crossing his face and creasing his forehead. “Then let us move inside,” he replies, massaging your hands gently in his, “and I will hear no more talk of lessons until we’ve drawn you some warm water.”

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keys-hellscape-1020 · 10 months

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Hello hello

I was wondering if you would write something with the reader is apart of 141 and is such a badass on the field and seems fearless but is absolutely terrified of bugs😂 (it’s me, I’m terrified of bugs)

A/N: I’m the exact same way anon. I’m all like “I’m such a badass I’d be fine in a war” and then one (1) singular cockroach would fly at me and I’d piss and shit myself simultaneously before passing out from fear. Also hope you don’t mind but I decided to make this with more of a headcannon format despite my love of oneshots.

Platonic!141 x gn!reader

Content: Military inaccuracies, cussing, Spiders, reader has panic attack, boys being sweet, and soap being a menace (still love him though)

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You manage to hold in your fear of bugs in the field, adrenaline, training, and a hefty dose of dissociation all mixing together to provide you with the perfect cocktail to temporarily stamp down your phobia. However outside of the field you are still terrified of them, you just try your best to hide it, all to aware of how embarrassing the fact that a trained killing machine can’t handle a tiny insect is.

Thankfully you’d managed for the most part, simply making up an excuse when a bug would enter a room, or slamming a cup over it and leaving it for someone else to deal with. However after a while, it seems your luck had started to run out.

It was the morning after a particularly tiring mission, you’d had gotten in late and by the time you had completed debrief and all other post-mission duties it was almost 3:00 am, with roll call at 6.

To say that everyone was exhausted was an understatement, a severe one, but you all were nothing if not disciplined. And so here you were at 5:45, your PT uniform on, and a cup of coffee sitting in front of you on the cafeteria table.

You take a sip, your nose scrunching at the bitter taste as you force it down your throat. You desperately needed the caffeine however, so you make yourself drink it as you try not to fall asleep on the table in front of you.

You barely notice Soap and Gaz walking in, you probably would’ve completely disregarded them if it weren’t for their half-hearted bickering about one thing or another. You watch them as they move about the cafeteria, picking up various breakfast foods.

You barely acknowledge them as they sit across from you, continuing to sip your coffee half-heartedly. You have no idea how many times Soap had called your name, but it took him waving his hand in front of your face for him to get your attention.

“You alright hen?” He asked, his eyebrows furrowed at you in concern.

You nod at him, trying your best to not fall asleep on the table.

You barely notice Gaz’s movements, but the thing he pointed out you couldn’t ignore, no matter how much you wanted to.

It was a relatively small critter in hindsight, but in the moment your weary and fear-laden brain hadn’t cared for that, only the fact that it had 8 legs and was about a centimeter away from your hand.

You shoot up with a screech of “DEAR FUCK” and send your styrofoam cup flying halfway across the cafeteria. Your reaction made Soap and Gaz shoot up out of their seats as well, looking at you with extreme concern and confusion.

You stand in the middle of the cafeteria blankly, eyes fixated on the creature who was transferring the cafeteria table at speeds spiders should not be allowed to reach.

Once you have come to your sense slightly you look around to see that everyone in the cafeteria is still staring at you with mixed looks of concern and confusion.

You decide to flee the scene.

It is only after you are out in the hallway, safely away from the object of your fear, that you realized your breathing was tight and panicked. It’s only once you’d slid to the floor with your back against a wall that you’d realized that Soap and Gaz followed you out of the cafeteria.

They crouch down in front of you, you can see their mouths moving and hear muffled word’s bouncing around your head but the sound of your rushing blood blocks out all outside sounds. You’re startled out of your thick daze by Soap grabbing your hand and placing it on his chest, right over his sternum.

You’re confused briefly, and try to pull back, but his grip holds firm and after a moment you realize the exaggerated deep breaths he is taking and try your best to copy them. It takes a few minutes of you following Soap’s breath patterns for yours to return to normal.

Once your breathing is stable and you can no longer hear your blood flow you tip you head back against the wall, the sturdy surface providing an excellent chance for you to ground yourself with. Soap and Gaz sit and watch you for a moment, and it’s only after you open your eyes to return their intense stares that they begin to speak.

“Are you alright?” Gaz asks lowly, you’re unsure when it happened but at some point he gently grabbed your other hand and started gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Your only answer is a slight nod and Gaz and Soap exchange a concerned glance. “What brought that on?” Soap asks softly, fingers still intertwined tightly with yours.

You wince and avert your eyes, you’re sure that you’re late to roll-call by this point and you really don’t want your only excuse to be that you had a panic attack thanks to a spider. You would absolutely never live that down. “Doesn’t matter, I’m fine now.” You grumble softly, moving to stand up.

Soap and Gaz stand with you, exchanging a concerned glance with each other as they do. “Hen, whatever it is it’s alright. We won’t make fun of you.” Soap says soothingly, placing a warm hand on your shoulder.

You wince, and roll your bottom lip between your teeth as you think. They might not make fun of you now? But later? Definitely. Your internal conflict is cut short when you look back up at them however, large concerned puppy dog eyes staring back at you. Damnit you’re weak.

“The spider.” You mumble out sheepishly, suddenly finding great interest in your shoes as you subconsciously back yourself towards the wall.

Gaz’s eyebrows furrow in confusion and Soap cocks his head like a confused puppy. “The spider?” Gaz asks slowly, like he’s trying to comprehend rocket science.

You exhale aggressively and scuff your feet against the floor. “The spider.” You confirm quietly.

Soap slings a heavy arm over your shoulders, practically dragging you down with the hefty amount of his body weight he puts on you. “Ey it’s alright hen, we’ve all got something we’re afraid of.”

“Like dogs.” Gaz quips, prompting a vicious glare from Soap as he giggles madly. Soap huff and lifts his arm from your shoulder to ruffle your hair playfully. “Say since we’re already late for rollcall, why don’t we just skip?”

You and Gaz simultaneously shoot him a confused look. “Price will kill us.” Gaz try’s to reason.

“No Price will kill me and hen. He would never dream of touching his golden boy.” Soap teases, moving to ruffle his hair before Gaz slaps it away with an indignant look.

You did end up skipping roll call that day in favor of napping in Soap’s room, and you did indeed have hell to pay when Price and Ghost found you all passed out, plenty of PT and toilet duty for a week.

You never told Price and Ghost about your fear of bugs, but you’re fairly certain Soap and Gaz let them know. There was a number of times when off-duty that you would notice a bug and before you could blink Price or Ghost were moving to take care of it for you.

Gaz was also extremely sweet when it came down to it, capturing bugs and taking them outside almost always. Soap was also a little shit, as usual. Capturing the bug and then chasing you with it, or assaulting you with it’s corpse. A quick threat to bring in several large dogs makes him shut up and take care of the insect however.

So yes, while you do suffer teasing about it occasionally, they would never make you face your fear alone. They’re your family after all. And family look out for one another.

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“I wish I could take back my words”

Your person is currently regretting something that they said to you in the heat of the moment. It could have been an argument between you two and things got out of hand. This person is sorry that they crossed the line and said hurtful things. This person is very attracted to you. There’s a fire burning inside of them that is hard to control sometimes. They need more self control. They are so attracted to you and it fires them up just thinking about you with someone else. They love the way you dress, your fragrance, your eyes. It is very mesmerizing for them. You often catch them staring at you with heart eyes.

Image 2

“I want to tell you how I feel”

This person is head over heels in love with you. They are very shy when it comes to discussing anything to do with emotions. This is someone who keeps a stern temperament. Almost like someone who is too cool to show emotions. You find it frustrating how people do not see the side you see when you two are alone. Something about you turns this person to a warm, comforting teddy bear. You often want to be held by them and be comforted. This person makes you feel safe. They have good news they can’t wait to share with you. They are too cool to show that they are excited about this opportunity 😂. There is a song that they play over and over again that reminds them of you. It’s a song you would not believe 😊.

Image 3

“I hid who I really am from you”

This person is currently separated from you. They are thinking back about where did they go wrong in this relationship? They are surrounded by distractions. This is how they are coping with not having you around anymore. This person is overworking and burning themselves out in an attempt to not think about you. They figure, if I stay busy I won’t think about… Your person is reflecting about their immature ways. In their mind they were protecting their feelings but it was pushing you away. This person left before you could leave.

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“I wonder if you are happy without me”

This is a karmic connection from your past. This person likes to shop a lot. Every new sneaker and trending designer is in their collection. They love to look their best. Sometimes they care about what people think too much. It is often to show people what they have. They come off very materialistic and that always irritated you. This person deep down was very insecure. They didn’t like things about themselves that you loved about them. You always complimented them but they never seen their beauty. Someone has brought you up recently and they lied about what happened. They didn’t want to say that this separation is mostly their fault. They certainly couldn’t say that they couldn’t let you get close to them.

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starsandhughes · 6 months

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Penalty Box Series— Quinn Hughes Edition (Six)

23-24 Season Masterlist

previous: five

next: seven

OCTOBER 27, 2023

i’m behind so remember that these stats mentioned are accurate for the day of the game!

shorty is john, the play by play guy for the canucks if y'all forgot/didn't know his nickname!

yourusername

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yourusername WELCOME BACK TO MY POST GAME PENALTY BOX UPDATE SHOW: MY BEST FRIEND IS HOCKEY GOD EDITION!

he was rightfully first star of the game again tonight with his two goal game! as shorty said, "hughes loves playing the blues!" the blues are now the only team that quinny has more goals scored on than assists!

and for those who are quinn's biggest supporters, a nation run by me, you'd know that one of quinn's goals is to work on his +/-! you'll be happy to know that quinn LEADS THE LEAGUE WITH A +10! that's just another piece of evidence as to why he's a hockey god, laideez!

to quinn, my favorite big brother, and my least favorite hughes, i’m so unbelievably proud of you! you've been working on shooting the puck more and you're doing so with flying colors. congrats on your third career multi-goal game! i love you way past infinity💙

p.s. shoutout to demmer for getting his fourth career shut out in this 5-0 win tonight ! i’m so proud of you! @/tdemko30

p.s.s. QUINN GOT HIS FIRST PENALTY AND I ALMOST FORGOT TO MENTION IT! RIP HIS 6 GAME STREAK!!

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_quinnhughes sissy? being mostly sweet? who are you? (i love you way past beyond)

yourusername you gave me two goals and a penalty, you could have my future CHILDREN if you wanted right now

trevorzegras @/yourusername don't... don't do that

_quinnhughes i’m okay, thanks for the offer though!

yourusername you sure? i’m feeling very generous towards you right now! i’ll give you anything!

_quinnhughes can i have a normal sister?

yourusername i cannot give you that, sorry!

user41 QUINN HUGHES NATION RISE

jackhughes i'm not your favorite big brother?!

yourusername we're twins that met at 5? do you not know how twins work?

jackhughes i’m older than you by 4 hours and 36 minutes!

yourusername you're my least favorite big brother🫶

jackhughes am i your favorite hughes????

yourusername no? i’m my favorite hughes?

colecaufield we love the self confidence

_alexturcotte queen shit!

jackhughes 🙄

tdemko35 you're too sweet, y/n! thank you!

yourusername i’ll always hype up my boys!!! i love you!!! stay golden, ponyboy

tdemko35 i love you, too😂

user57 sissy really made the "who's sissy's least favorite hughes?" game easy on us this time

user99 HIS FUCKING SMILE OH MY GOD

trevorzegras how can you be the biggest supporter of both me AND quinn?

yourusername i’m made of pure love, baby! i got lots of it to go around! and it does!

jackhughes wh*re

yourusername @/jackhughes bite me.

trevorzegras you're such a sweet girl🧡 i'm so ready to marry you, let's elope

colecaufield @/trevorzegras i'm her man of honor! don't you dare take that away from me, zegras

yourusername @/colecaufield i would never let him do that

yourusername i don't care how much i’m freaking out over a dress! we're having a wedding, zegras!

trevorzegras i feel attacked

yourusername with love <3

user78 THIS IS SISSY'S LEAST FAVORITE HUGHES'S YEAR!

yourusername and that is his preferred title!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername that's not even close to my preferred title

yourusername @_quinnhughes it literally is

user6 the blues got the blues over hughes

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes have you gotten hit with a puck yet?

_quinnhughes nope

_alexturcotte who are you? does the c put a protective shield around you? what's happening with the balance of the universe?

yourusername somewhere, somebody is getting hit with a puck a lot more than ever before

_alexturcotte i can't believe quinn would do that to someone

yourusername some captain he is... smh

_quinnhughes @_alexturcotte @.yourusername you two are some real comedic geniuses

yourusername @_quinnhughes thanks, we know!

_alexturcotte @_quinnhughes we're here all your life!

user39 quinn hughes nation needs t-shirts, someone should get on this

lhughes_06 @_quinnhughes toques for the win!

yourusername toques for the LOSE

_quinnhughes @/yourusername win*

jackhughes @/yourusername win*

yourusername @_quinnhughes @/jackhughes @.lhughes_06 i’m burning them all. i have keys to your homes. they'll be burning in a pit by wednesday. @/trevorzegras so help me, if you ever put one on that fine head of hair of yours, i’ll burn you, too

trevorzegras @/yourusername roger that

jackhughes @/trevorzegras if we burn, you burn with us!

trevorzegras @/jackhughes hard pass

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sorry it's short while i'm trying to play catch up! tell me what you think! <3

#penalty box series: quinn hughes edition #penalty box series #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes insta edit #quinn hughes au #trevor zegras au #trevor zegras x reader #jack hughes #luke hughes #trevor zegras x hughes reader #quinn hughes x reader #hockey imagine #nhl imagine

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tired-teacher-blog · 1 year

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Helloooooo I hope you're doing super fine and that you're reading for 2023 ! 🌺🌟

It's 3 am and I just had to send you send this request if you're okay with it of course 🥰

Do you know the old trend with the corset one tiktok ( y"You bring the corsets we'll bring the cinchers" this is the song ) if not go to 1:33 here she is the one who started the trend I think

Well Y/n is doing it too but for her own entertainment lmao and - Izuku, Shoto, Katsuki, Dabi, Shigaraki, Shinzo and Tamaki - walk up on her doing it 😂 - spice it up if you want 😚

Again not pressure and take care of youself 💚💙

Baby I'm so sorry for taking almost two months to get to it 😭 but I hope you enjoy every part of this ❤️

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Characters : Bakugo/ Shouto/ Izuku/ Shinsou/ Amajiki/ Dabi/ Shigaraki/ Fem reader

Genre : Fluff/ Suggestive themes

Notes : The main focus here is the characters' reactions rather than a description of the challenge itself. The challenge will be vaguely referred to and only in some of the parts.

Please do not read if you're a minor

Masterlist|Second Masterlist

Shinsou :

_ "Oh! what do we have here?"

You jumped up hearing your boyfriend's amused voice, and immediately turned the music off on your phone.

Apparently, you were too immersed in the cute little performance you've made for yourself, that you failed to notice him walking in on you.

_ "Hitoshi! You're home!" you were too stunned to do anything other than running around the room in a disparate attempt to find something to cover yourself up with, since the corset hugging your upper body had caught his attention immediately.

He stood there in place, arms crossed and gleaming eyes following your every move, while an amused smirk adorned his features.

He did not expect coming home to such a cute surprise, and your reaction was the cherry on top.

_ "Stop staring at me! This is embarrassing!" you felt self conscious under his piercing stare, and what made things even more insufferable was his lack of response, so you started again in hopes of filling the awkward silence surrounding you, "I was just having fun on my own, no one was supposed to see this, least of all you.." you whispered that last part as if hoping he wouldn't catsh it, but to your surprise, that was what brought him to his senses.

_ "What? Why not? Were you honestly not gonna show me?" he was only a few inches away from you at that point, eyes fixated on the curves of your body, and arms reaching out to pull you closer.

Your only response was a shaky breath when your boyfriend decided to latch onto your collarbone, licking and nibbling like a hungry dog, "I'm hurt y/n, to think that you wanted to keep this from me, tsk.." he inched towards the bed with you still in his arms, pushing you down gently onto the soft bedsheets before hovering over you, "wanna make it up to me beautiful?" and the flare in his eyes intensified as he whispered suggestively.

Bakugo :

_ "Babe I'm home." he called out from the entrance, kicking his shoes and dragging his feet as he proceeded to look for you around the house.

He figured you would be at home already, but the quiet empty atmosphere suggested otherwise.

However, it didn't take long for the music to reach his ears from behind the closed bedroom door.

_ "Hi babe I've been looking for.."

He stopped dead in his tracks, eyes widening and mouth dropping open as soon as you came into view.

You were standing in front of your mirror, wearing nothing but a delicate panties that hugged your bum perfectly, and a corset that he could swear has never seen you wearing before.

_ "Katsuki! When did you.. wait let me explain!" you tried to sound calm as you raised your hands up and took a few steps back, but the animalistic look taking over his features, sent shivers down your spine.

_ "Yeah okay go ahead, I'm listening." but he wasn't, because the next thing you knew, he was all over you, wrapping his arms around your waist and kissing down your neck.

_ "It's.. it's really no big deal, just.. something I wanted to do for fun." you struggled between soft moans as his lips carried on mapping your delicate skin, almost losing your balance when he licked a slow stripe down your cleavage.

_ "I see I see, so am I allowed to join in the fun?" and he didn't even wait to hear your response, sneaking his fingers past the lace trim of your panties and groping those luscious butt cheeks he so much adored.

You couldn't take anymore of his teasing, breathing out a lustful "yes" before claiming his lips in a longing liplock.

Dabi :

_ "Are we done already? Can I take it off now?" you were fuming as you stood there in front of him, upper body clad in a floral corset that you casually put on earlier for a little private show you had planned for yourself, not taking into account your boyfriend's sudden appearance.

_ "Hmm.." was he even listening to you? You guessed 'not' based on the flaming look in his eyes and the lower lip caught between his pearly whites.

He demanded to see what you were up to behind his back, and even after giving him a mouthwatering show -despite your crippling bashfulness- he still wanted to see more.

You were fidgety as you regretted the whole thing, and your furiousness grew by the second.

_ "Alright, give me a little twirl, will you? But do it slowly." he leaned back against the back cushion of the sofa, crossing his legs and gesturing you to carry on.

Did he have a death wish? You were ready to punch that irritating smirk off his face, but for some odd reason you also enjoyed his torment.

You took a deep breath and did as he asked, keeping your eyes on him at all times.

_ "Good, now come here." he demanded through a husky voice, patting his thigh with one hand and extending the other for you to take while guiding you to his lap.

_ "So what now?" you ran your fingers through his soft messy hair after settling on his waist.

_ "Now is time for the fun part doll."

And you didn't need to ask any further questions as you felt his fingers loosening the laces of your corset.

Amajiki :

_ "Oh! I'm.. I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to.. I'll be outside." his face immediately turned red as he stammered his words.

You couldn't understand his reaction though, he has seen you wearing a lot less before, so what was it then?

Was it because the garment squeezing your torso defined your breasts perfectly? Perhaps, but you needed to have a clear answer.

_ "Wait ! Tamaki don't go," you grabbed his arm as he turned around to leave, and stepped in front of him, but his gaze refused to meet yours.

In fact, he kept his eyes peeled on the ceiling and that was enough to answer your question.

You took another step closer, pressing your boobs to his heaving chest, and watched amusingly as he swallowed thickly, "Tamaki, look at me sweetheart, tell me what you think of this."

_ "I think it's.. it's.." and it was as if he had forgotten how to speak properly, but you pushed a bit more nonetheless, pecking his reddening neck and giggling as you did so.

_ "I was just a bit bored and wanted to have some fun, care to join me?" your fingers played with the fabric of his shirt, and your eyes watched as he struggled to keep his own away.

He looked incredibly adorable, all blushing and tense, but you wanted to feel his touch.

_ "You're really stubborn." you pouted cutely, taking his hands in yours before placing them on your corset-clad breasts, and biting down on your lip when he unconsciously squeezed on the perky globes.

And that was when he finally lowered his gaze to meet your own, shy expression still present upon his features, but also was a dark mysterious glint that rarely ever appeared in his eyes.

You couldn't control the shivers running through your whole body, because that look only meant one thing: he was going to make you pay for teasing him.

Shouto :

He was not supposed to see you wearing it, especially if he was going to observe you with that blank expression of his, but there he was..

_ "Shouto, say something already." you were only trying to chase away the boredom as you slipped into your corset and started your private performance, unaware of the piercing stare coming from behind you until it was too late.

_ "What was that?" he finally spoke, closing the door behind him as he walked in, and tilting his head to the side as pure confusion laced his uttered words.

_ "Nothing really, this is nothing." you shifted your weight from one foot to the other, still oblivious of what was going through his mind.

_ "Can you do it again?"

Oh?

You failed to respond for a moment, racking your brain to no avail until he approached you slowly, placing both hands on either side of your torso and stroking the thick fabric of your corset like a curious little puppy who's facing the world's biggest mystery.

And all of a sudden, his fingers stopped moving and his eyes popped out, "can you even breathe properly in this?! Okay I changed my mind, just take it off it seems painful."

Seeing the look of concern in his mismatched irises, as he struggled to figure out a way to free you from your confinement, was truly endearing.

_ "I love you Shouto." you giggled softly, cradling his cheeks and gazing into his blinking confused eyes.

_ "I love you too, but I'm serious you should really take it off because.."

You had to silence him with a kiss, you truly couldn't help yourself.

He is simply the sweetest.

Izuku :

_ "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to walk in on you!" his sudden outburst startled you, almost bringing a shriek out of your throat if you didn't turn around to face him at once.

His hands flew to cover his bright red face as he stood there awkwardly.

Your reaction was no better than his though, as you sank through the floor and squeezed your eyes shut.

You could have easily heard a pin drop as embarrassment consumed you both and a stifling silence filled up the air. It was only a few moments, but felt like eternity.

Izuku lowered his hands cautiously, not because he wanted to take a better look at your outfit, but rather to check in on you since you hadn't said a word the whole time.

_ "Y/n, are you okay? Do you want me to leave?" he sounded as nervous as you felt, and you knew for a fact that your voice would crack should you attempt to respond, therefore you settled for a feeble shake of your head as you slowly opened your eyes.

_ "Alright then, can I come closer?" he was still being cautious, but your eager nod comforted him.

He was finally able to get a clearer look at you, and again, the blood rushed to his cheeks as you were utterly captivating.

_ "I was just a little bored so.." you had finally found your voice, small as it was, but your eyes remained trained on your clenched fists.

_ "Oh! Yeah I see.. well," he stopped for a second to take a deep breath and place a warm hand on your trembling ones before carrying on, "you look beautiful."

And that was the moment you finally dared looking in his face, with a bright smile and twinkling eyes that warmed up his heart.

_ "You are the most beautiful y/n."

Shigaraki :

_ "What.. the hell.." he froze in the middle of your room, eyes squinting and head tilted in pure curiosity as he attempted to understand what was happening.

_ "Come closer, I'll.. I'll show you." you were torn between your desire to explain what you've been up to, and the overwhelming bashfulness that took over your being. He was never meant to see you like that after all.

_ "Alright." he moved closer to where you stood, a serious look on his face as if you were about to share a big secret with him.

You hesitantly restarted the song on your phone and proceeded to perform in front of him, giving it your all as you wished to impress him.

_ "So, what do you think?" you turned off the music and whispered your query, eyes fixed on the floor and feet shuffling nervously in anticipation.

_ "So this is what you've been doing here for hours?!" the laughter rumbling across the room confused you, and the eyes studying your outfit seemed mocking all of a sudden.

Your shyness was quickly replaced with pure irritation, how could this be all he had to say? And after you graciously allowed him to watch!

_ "Just forget it and leave! I need to get changed." you turned away from him, crossing your arms and waiting for the door to click shut behind him, but the sound never reached you and instead, you felt his arms sneak around your waist and pull you closer against him.

_ "I'm sorry y/n, please don't be mad."

You refused to face him, and remained quiet until his lips trailed soft kisses along your nape.

_ "Stop it jerk." you protested feebly as you stifled a threatening giggle.

_ "You look so sexy in this I'm not gonna lie," a few more kisses on your shoulder, "I'm sorry for being insensitive."

He sounded sincere, so maybe you should forgive him?

_ "Fine." you placed your hands on top of his, craning your neck so you could kiss him properly on the lips.

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justallihere · 2 days

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I️ LOVE and ADORE Xaden going from “I️ don’t care about you or your feelings 🙄” to “Why wouldn’t I️ come for you and take you home? 🥺”

It really reminds me of this post where someone made the commentary about Xaden refusing to coddle and be nice to Violet, even downright being an asshole about it

To giving her his flight jacket because gods forbid Violet be cold for the 2-3 minutes they would’ve stood in formation!

Love love love that growth for him, like yes king! Tell us how much you love her through your actions! Give her that flight jacket and everything!

Chapter 35 was such a GIFT! I️ loved it so much! From Mira and Xaden shelving their dislike for each other for V’s sake and just mother henning her! Loved Xaden taking care of her and reaffirming that she can be upset at the threat against her hair and the autonomy she would have been robbed of, had Aetos actually cut it. I️ love how gentle he was, making sure she was okay, even arguing with Tairn about it on the flight home because their whole dynamic in canon is just over protective dragon meets over protective enemy to mutually assured destruction to lovers, and amari give us mercy that Violet gets injured around either one of them.

I️ was so shocked and legit almost cried at the confession because bby boy X was NOT letting her think that he didn’t love her! Really gives a whole “Aretia could burn and I️ wouldn’t care as long as I️ had you.” vibe to it and I️. Am. Not. Okay!!! I️ am not normal or sane about this love confession! V is getting some HONESTY out of this man without having to jump through 5 million hoops or questions about it. X really just said it with both tiddies and his full chest!!

I️ also really loved the display of Rhi and Xaden’s conversation. He knows how much Rhi means to Violet, and having her best friend with her is the best thing for her! I’m so nervous and excited to see if you include a convo with the rest of the squad about her torture sessions and just showing how much they all love her! Cam was right! Everyone who knows Violet Sorrengail is a little bit in love with her!!

I’m curious if Violet is gonna think about how she basically begged for her mom to come with them to Aretia, when she was freed and I️ wonder what Xaden would have done if Lilith had actually planned to go with her daughter… thoughts and theories I️ suppose!!

God Alli, there are so many little things about this chapter that I️ adored and so little time to write about it! I LOVE this fic so much that I️ always am ready to read the next chapter immediately! So ready!! I️ hope this doesn’t pressure you too much but I️ did want to say that I️ adore this fic so much!! 10/10 would highly recommend!!

Also I️ hope my sleep-deprived ramblings made sense lol! Thank you for such a wonderful story and I️ cant wait for the next chapter 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Xaden’s growth has been so fun to write. Just the little moments of his growing respect for Violet, realizing he actually likes her, falling in love—it’s been one of my favorite things about this fic

Thank you! I had a great time with the two contrasting sides of Xaden in this chapter: the version of him who loves Violet and will wipe her tears and do anything for her, and the version that is just an absolute asshole to anyone who isn’t her 😂 if your name isn’t Violet Sorrengail he really doesn’t give a fuck

There’s some squad bonding next chapter 🫶🏻

Violet will definitely be reckoning with that conversation with her mom at some point—Lilith said she’d come, but will she really? Xaden would let it happen for Violet, of course, but it wouldn’t be an easy adjustment lol

Thank you so much for reading and for this ask, I appreciate you 🩷🩷🩷

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satorubrain · 8 months

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I am such a hypocrite , I will defend Hawks from mha who was fantasized as a cheater from that 2020 trend, that he doesn't have a shitty personality and won't cheat meanwhile when it comes to Gojo I usually agree to people that he would cheat on the girl he is in relationship or married , when both of them are characterized as playboys , womanizers by the fandom

Lmaooo😂🤣

ANONNIEEE WHAT?!

Okay I'm obliged to defend my man actually. Because he would NEVER, like never EVER cheat on this s/o.

Look at him! He's still not over his ex?? And it's been like what? TEN YEARS? Literally there's much canon material that this man is beyond loyal (look at him and suguru). His loyalty towards his ideals, friends and students is already high enough, I'm sure it'll be more than doubled with his s/o.

Suguru and him is such an easy example because Suguru was the first person Satoru ever opened up to and we all have seen how this man acted when Suguru betrayed him. All of his rationality left him. Ten years later? Still the same thing. He saw Suguru for a moment and all he was filled with memories of 3 years and his rationality left him causing him to be sealed. HE COMES BACK and the first thing he wants to do is mourn over Suguru.

He thinks and feels deeply about betrayals. He's been betrayed, by his best friend, by his one and only and that thing broke him. He knows the pain of betrayal and he feels it everyday.

Plus he is the Gojo Satoru. The strongest sorcerer. The honoured one. His name is widespread and famous throughout the entire planet. There are bounties on his head. People and curses, alike, want him dead. But his powers, his infinity makes him untouchable. He relishes in the fact he's the strongest and he does NOT tolerate ANY threat to his powers. Toji who almost killed him? Dead. That whip from movie zero what negated/ignored cursed techniques? He made sure to get RID of that thing THOROUGHLY!! He doesn't even drink/can't drink alcohol.

It's absolutely impossible for him to turn off infinity for a quick nut and allow a person to see him in the vulnerable moments of sex. Like no that's NOT Satoru.

Also this bitch is probably ridiculously busy. This man has missions, 5+ kids to handle, busy eating sweets and an ungodly amount of food WITH an overcooked brain.

So in my opinion.

He doesn't or cannot open up his heart to anyone but if someone does manage to do the impossible, he's doomed.

If you come into his life, make your way through the walls he built up, give him all the love he deserves and never got, be there for him and understand the kind of person he is without judging him and letting him be himself with you. If you see through the facade of the strongest, being rich and handsome and see the kind of person Gojo Satoru is, love him for who he truly is.

Gojo Satoru will worship the ground you walk. You will be in the center of his world. Sometimes, he'll even treat you like a delicate little butterfly who he can't hold on to tightly but also who would fly away, fly away from him, never to return. He knows you're a human but he nonetheless still treats you just delicately and with full of love, hoping you would never leave him.

Also, if you manage to win his heart, he can only see you. No one, absolutely no one in the world compares to you. All other people seem so uninteresting and bland to him. Other than his responsibility, he really could care less about the other people.

Oh- by no chance I'm saying he's flawless. He's absolutely flawed, perhaps he has way too many flaws. He's also an attention whore who is ridiculously arrogant. But he's still not a cheater, never a scum who would break someone's trust. Never.

#TO THE PERSON WHO MISTRANSLATED THAT INTERVIEW IM IN YOUR WALLS IM IN YOUR FUCKING WALLS #MY GOJO SATORU IS NOTTTT A CHEATER #HES BABIE #STUPID BABIE BUT STILL A BABIE #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x reader #gojo imagine #gojo x y/n #satoru x reader #gojo x you #gojou satoru x reader #jjk x reader #gojo fluff

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older-men-are-sexy-okay · 9 months

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Soft Spot

CH 1

Pairing: Joel Miller x female reader

Rating: 18+

Word Count: 2k

Summary: You have just graduated with your Bachelor’s degree and decide to stay at home with your dad to save some money before graduate school. The thing is, he is moving from California to Texas to live next to his best friend/college roommate, Joel, along with his daughter, Sarah. Growing up, you heard so much about him from your dad. It’s almost like you know Joel, but you don’t. You’ve never actually met him. This Summer will be interesting…

Warnings/Tags: Dbf! Joel, slow burn, eventual smut, kinda mean Joel, explicit language, references to death, struggles with depression, reader is younger than Joel (22/43).

Note: I am a very inexperienced writer, but wanted to have some fun. Go easy on me! Chapters will probably be short and come out fast because I have ADHD lol. And yes, Obie is named after Oberyn Martell from GOT 😂.

CHAPTER 1

“Obie!” You yell out your back door. “Come, boy.” Your golden retriever comes running in the house. You always referred to Obie as ‘the only man you need in your life’. Although, that is definitely not true because you couldn’t live without your dad, it sums up your attachment to your dog. You close the backdoor and turn to look around the empty house with a leash in your hand. It’ll be weird to live somewhere not in this house, you have lived here since you were born. It saddens you when you realize that this was the last house your mother stepped foot in. Any houses after this one will be void of her presence. You take a deep breath and walk up to Obie, clasping his leash to his collar. You open the front door to meet your dad who is waiting in the U-Haul with all of your belongings combined. You usher Obie up into the front seat of the truck and have him sit between you and your dad. You close the door and let out a sigh. Your dad turns to you and puts his hand on your shoulder. “You okay, hun?” You look over to him. “Yeah, just ready to get this drive over with”. You reply. It was partly true, you were dreading the 20 hour drive. But you purposefully didn’t mention your true feelings. “Well let’s get going then”. Your dad pulls out from your childhood home and begins to drive to his new one.

The drive wasn’t horrible. One motel stay, multiple potty breaks for Obie, listening to podcasts and eating a bunch of junk food. You finally reach the neighborhood the new house is in. Your dad pulls into a cul-de-sac and points to a green two-story house on the left side. “This is her,” he says, pulling into the driveway. “Looks pretty nice, I think she’ll do” You respond “Which house is Joels?” You didn’t really care much, but the whole reason your dad wanted to move here in the first place was to be next to his so-called best friend Joel Miller. You’ve never met the guy, but you don’t really care to particularly. Your dad always talked about him so much growing up, you feel like he’s your long-lost uncle or something. You supposedly met him once when you were 3 years old at your mother’s funeral. You obviously don’t remember, you know, being 3 and having better things to worry about like your mom being dead. Your dad always told you the story of how he and Joel met: it was their freshman year at college at the University of Texas, Austin, and they were random roommates. They became best friends and were inseparable until your dad met your mom and moved to Los Angeles. Since you were looking at schools in the Texas area and were accepted to UT for your graduate program, your dad thought it would be a good idea to move with you so you can stay at home. Also, so your dad could have someone he cares about, other than you, close. He's been lonely since your mom died but he won’t admit it. You agreed, because worst case scenario, you save money by living at home with your dad.

“His is the one right across the street”. Your dad points behind you both, behind the U-Haul. You look over your shoulder and see a white house with no cars in the driveway. It looked like no one was home. “Joel’s at work, but should be off around 6 in time for the barbeque.” Your dad continues. You look at him puzzled, “what barbeque?” “The cul-de-sac is throwing us a welcome barbeque tonight”. He looks at you smiling. “Ugh, now after driving half the day I have to go put on makeup to meet some people I don’t know”. You were exhausted, you wished you could just go in and go to sleep. But there wasn’t even a bed inside, lots of unloading to do. Obie begins to whine, signaling he wants to be let out. “Oh come on, you’ll be fine” Your dad exclaims. You open the door to the U-Haul to let Obie out and head towards your new home.

4 ½ hours and lots of sweating later, you’re finally done getting ready for the barbeque and moving your stuff. Your room is hardly set up, with just a bed in the middle. But you don’t care, it can wait until tomorrow. You’re wearing blue jean shorts, a black tank top and flip flops. Not trying to impress anyone too bad here. Besides, it’s May in Texas, so it’s pretty hot. But you have your hair down and makeup on so you look like you at least tried. You look at your phone, it’s 6:30 PM. Your dad left to help set up the barbecue an hour ago and said he would be back. He must’ve ran into Joel and begun reminiscing or something. You take it upon yourself to make an appearance just to make your dad happy. “Obie, come on” You walk down the stairs and usher Obie outside the front door with you.

You close the front door and look around the cul-de-sac. The first thing you notice being the loud country music and the smell of hotdogs. There’s two tables set up with a red patterned tablecloth in the middle of the cul-de-sac. They have hotdogs, burgers and condiments on them. There’s multiple ice chests and chairs everywhere. You think everyone in the cul-de-sac must be here, because they are blocking off the road. There are quite a few people here, obviously no one you recognize. You decide to take a walk around and explore more. “Let’s go, Bubba”. Obie follows you as you walk down the sidewalk deeper into the party. You see a blue ice chest labeled ‘water’ and open it up to take a cold water bottle. Right as you’re done taking a swig, you hear someone ask “what’s his name?” You look over to see a girl, motioning toward your dog. Though you could tell she is younger, a teen maybe, she is almost your height. You smile and say “oh, this is Obie”. “Can I pet him?” The girl asks. “Of course, he’s a sweet boy”. You say. She leans down and rubs him on the head, “Hi, Obie” she says to him. She stands back up and introduces herself to you “I’m Sarah. You’re John’s daughter, right?” You look at her puzzled. “Yeah, how do you know my dad?” You reply. “Because Joel’s my dad”. She says. “Ohhh, duh. Sorry”. You feel a little stupid due to the fact that you forgot Joel had a daughter. You introduce yourself back to Sarah. “I guess we’re basically like, cousins, or something” She says laughing. “I guess so”, you give a small chuckle back. She looks over your shoulder, “he’s super cute, huh?” Pointing behind you. You look over to see a blondish boy with his friend, throwing a football back and forth to each other. You look back to Sarah. “Sure, but they look a bit old for you. How old are you, Sarah?” You ask. “I’m 12, he’s 21. His name is Scotty”. She replies. You widen your eyes at the response, thinking the girl was around 15. “It’s just a crush, he doesn’t even know I exist. But still, please don’t tell my dad” Sarah says. “Of course,” You say smiling. “Does Obie need some water?” Sarah asks. You look down at Obie, who is panting severely. “It is a bit hot, maybe I should get him some”. You exclaim. “Don’t worry, we’re closer to my house, we can just get it there. Let me just double check with my dad that it’s okay”. Her house is equal distance to your house, but you write it off as Sarah being excited to show you her house. Sarah motions for you to follow her, so you do.

You walk a few steps to the table with the food sprawled across it. You notice your dad on the end getting a hotdog with a man beside him, both of them laughing. Sarah walks up to the man, who is scooping relish onto his hotdog. You and Obie stand beside her. “Dad?” She tries to get his attention, but he keeps his back turned to her. “Yeah?” The man says. “Can we go inside the house for a second?” She asks. “Who is we?” He asks as he turns toward her with the hotdog in his hand. He looks at her, then his eyes cross over to yours. It is only then you notice how handsome the man is. He looks rugged, but has soft eyes. His patchy beard and wavy, salt and pepper hair tell you this man is somewhere in his forties. He’s wearing a green button up flannel with the sleeves rolled up. Your breath catches as he looks at you blankly and puts the plastic spoon he was using to scoop relish with in his mouth to suck off the excess. Sarah introduces you to the man, all the while he doesn’t break eye contact. “We were just going to get her dog some water real quick”. Sarah says. The man then looks down at Obie and back up to you. He then takes the spoon out of his mouth. Your dad then appears, he puts his hand on the man’s shoulder and says “Joel, this is my daughter.” You knew Sarah’s dad was Joel, but for some reason it did not connect that this man in front of you was Joel. You give Joel a pathetic little “Hi”. He responds back, “Hi.” Then turns his attention back toward Sarah. “Go ahead” he gives Sarah permission. Sarah starts to walk excitedly toward her house. You and Obie follow her, still eyeing the man as he turns back toward your dad to say something. He seems a bit rude, you think to yourself. He didn’t say ‘nice to meet you’ or introduce himself. And his eye contact was very strong, it made you feel a bit uncomfortable. Not the warm welcome you expected, but you try to brush it off.

You, Sarah and Obie go inside the house. She grabs a bowl from the cabinet and fills it up with water. She lays it on the floor. While Obie drinks the water sloppily, you ask “hey, is your dad always like that? You know…” You struggle to find the words to describe his presence. “Cold?” Sarah takes the word right out of your mouth. “Yes! Cold. Is he always so cold to everyone?” You specify. It leaves you surprised that Joel is coming off this way, because your dad is so nice and outgoing. You ask yourself how they could be best friends with such different personalities. She replies, “Yeah, basically everyone. Except me, my uncle Tommy, and your dad”. “Everyone else he is pretty cold to, but some people he just has a soft spot for”. Sarah continues. It begins to make sense in your mind, how Joel could be laughing with your dad one second then giving you a death stare the next. “Oh, okay”. You say as you try to drop the subject.

You don’t know why, but you begin to wonder what it would take for Joel to have a soft spot for you, or how different he might act towards you. You think back to him laughing with your dad, how his dimple appeared out of nowhere. How unguarded he looked. You began to wish that it was you he was laughing with, not your dad. From this point on, you make it your goal to be one of Joel’s soft spots.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #pedro pascal #fanfic #the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #dbf! joel

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im-a-king-baby · 22 days

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hi ! first of all; i read ELYN over the easter weekend and stayed up till like five am waiting for it to get happy so i could sleep (i gave up) and i loved it so so much. It just feels like such a tangible, realistic outcome for them (if we ignore s3) it made me ache in that exact anxious yearning way the actual show does. Big ask and 100% appreciate it if the answer is no but are you planning to write more for them in that universe? Would love to see them when Wille is at university, or see Wille simply make some (oblivious?) uni friends, or see Sara and Simon interact again or honestly literally anything and everything.

secondly, and who knows maybe (probably) you’re aware of this but the photos/images in the fic do not appear as images but just as a text/error box? Is that intentional or did they break? I kept finding myself curious as to what image was put with the chapters haha

Hi!!! I hope you had a good easter... and went to sleep at some point... 😅

Thank you for alerting me about the images! I was not aware of that :( Although I guess that makes all those hours hardcoding the text threads and tumblr posts so they would work without images worth it 😂

I have gone through it all again and updated the image links so they are working for me now (let me know if they're still broken for you?).

There's nothing in them that's required to follow the fic, you just get to judge the time I spent procrastinating by making album covers and then sorting all the random pop songs I'd invented into albums (something that was definitely vital even though no one but me cares about the difference in vibe between Simme eras 🤣).

If you are just interested in the art, these are the 4 covers I used in the fic:

Sadly this fic was always destined to lose canon status after season 3 (although I am going to keep believing August's arc could go the ELYN route until proven otherwise).

Regarding sequels, prooobably not? Sorry :( I have more notes for Simon pov scenes during and before than anything set after because I'm not sure what more I have to say, (other than wanting to write something of ELYN Wille with Edvin's new haircut but basically all I've got is this:

For a moment Simon thinks Wilhelm isn’t even here, then the bleached blond head turns and it’s Wilhelm’s face and Wilhelm’s eyes and Wilhelm’s mouth dropping open in surprise at seeing Simon in the doorway. “You’re here,” Wilhelm says. “How are you -?” “You cut your hair.” It’s dumb. Obviously. But Simon hasn’t slept and Wilhelm’s hair is almost white, sharp and bristled, and Simon wants to touch it, to see if it hurts. “I…” Wilhelm hesitates. “There were always rules about my appearance, about how I was allowed to look, and I thought…” he reaches a hand to his hairline, his face falling a little. “Do you hate it?” The bristles give under his fingers, impossibly soft. He looks older, but also somehow younger, like he’s reclaiming the rebellious teen years that the crown never let him have. “I want to kiss you,” Simon says. The coffee shop is full of people. At least four that Simon can see are looking at them, not even trying to be subtle. There’s a camera tilted in their direction, but it’s not close. “Can I kiss you?” “I-” Wilhelm starts doing the same glance - who’s watching, who’s filming - then seems to catch himself, snorts a soft laugh and pulls Simon in. It's too short for Simon to catch hold of, but he can run his fingers through it and it's soft or ghost them over to catch the sharp edges of the tips, and it's Wilhelm and he's here, they're both here. And they're going to be okay.

#elyn fic #I do kind of want to write the fic where Simon leaves Bjarstad with Candace #but that is... not the happy ending...#local angst author can't imagine what happens after happy ending #I do want post-S3 roadtrip fic though and I might be prepared to write it

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secretswiftymarvelfan · 3 months

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For your 3000 celebration

Now that they’ve been living their happily ever after, have Burnin’ Up firefighter Chris and his police officer love had any new developments? Any chance of a baby for two people who would be the best parents?

Thank you 💝

Thank you so much!!!

Firefighter!Chris and his love have definitely had some new developments, a couple of which I am keeping close to my chest for now, but I will say Family in all forms is a major theme in Burnin’ Up and I definitely want to expand on that in a couple extensions oneshots 🥰

These two will almost definitely have kids and will be the best parents ever and this is definitely how I see them being:

They have 3 kids in total, 2 Boys and a Girl

Both boys are momma’s boys just like their father

And the girl is definitely Daddy’s little princess, even if she takes after her mother and her stubbornness 😂

Both Chris and Y/N initially struggle balancing work and being parents as having children add a whole new level of danger to their jobs

But they work really hard to keep the balance and get the best of both worlds, learning from the mistakes their parents made

Even though they would let their kids grow up to be whatever they wanted to be, they would gently steer them away from the emergency services

As the kids got older they would 100% be a family that communicated via walkie talkie, calling the kids down for dinner etc

Everyone would have their own code name, with Chris and Y/N having their own secret codes for when they want a few minutes alone 😉😉

Their favourite game to play as a family is Nerf wars, and believe me they all take it super seriously. Y/Ns team is the reigning champion due to her firearms training

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accio-victuuri · 9 months

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I don’t know if this is CPN but i am interested in all the astrology stuff when it comes to zz and wyb. so I understand if some people are not into that. During the roadshow, one of the people who attended is this 陶白白Sensei blogger ( with 18 million followers ) who posts about astrology. they describe for example what a certain zodiac sign is like and so on on their blog. they were invited to the event and was even asked to speak because WYB opened about how leo(s) like being praised. This person then described what a leo is ( intense people who will do what they set their mind to and sometimes even forget to eat or sleep. they don’t care if people laugh about them ) and people noticed how yibo was nodding along.

he agrees and seems like he knows how on point the description is for him and other leo(s). the blogger seems to think so too because of what he shared on his account.

now here comes the CPN part. Back in 9/16/2021, this blogger posted a reading about leo and libra and lots of the comments are about zz and wyb.

“Today I will talk about the pair of Leo and Libra.The short time it takes for the Leo-Libra pair to fall in love, and the heat. The sweetness of love will really far exceed everyone's imagination.”

the funny thing is his response to the people’s comments:

What's going on, every time I write this series, there will be comments. Isn't this the XX and XXX? Mysterious, after all Is it xxx and xxx??? It makes me want to knock.

( knock meaning, wants to know more about this cp for themselves. XX = XZ XXX = WYB )

So here’s some excerpts from that article. Actually, this post is just an excuse to feed my leo x libra compatibility agenda too 😂😂😂

This is pretty long but i love it. Lol. ⬇️⬇️⬇️

Basically, as long as you look each other in the eye, even if you have only known each other for a week, as long as the Leo takes the initiative to express good feelings, Libra will give a response, as long as there is a response to make the Leo’s confidence increase, he will work harder to create romance.

Libra likes this feeling of being surrounded by love too much, and they will not think about the past, do not think about the future, and choose to be together when the emotional atmosphere is up.

Therefore, if you can be together quickly within a month or two of being together, if you almost feel more than a few months, that is really almost meaningful, and you will quickly calm down and feel inappropriate after being together.

To put it bluntly, as long as love makes both of them unable to recover their senses, their relationship will quickly heat up and enter a long period of love.

That is, as long as one party feels that it is not what they want, the relationship will always be stuck in that place without results.

Back to what I just said, enter the long period of love.

Why is it a long love period?

The most suitable point of Libra is actually complementarity, in intimate relationships, the lion is a person with a strong desire to express, and Libra is a person with a strong ability to appease.

The lion can find its own dependence on the other party in the process of expression, and Libra can find a sense of participation in the relationship from the time it confides in the opposite direction.

These two are people who hate hypocritical socialization, and the usual group of fox friends have long had enough, but they are too bored to participate in those time-wasting activities.

Now that someone who knows that he loves himself has appeared, he is willing to go home and call the other party for 3 hours, and he is not willing to go out and waste time and energy.

This kind of love will change the lifestyle of two people, and it will really directly become the most important part of the life of two people, and even the spiritual pillar.

To put it bluntly, lions have always been such people, but many people cannot meet the lion's longing and dependence on love, resulting in the lion himself being disappointed and does not want to rely too much on feelings.

But Libra is different, Libra really likes the feeling of having a person dependent on himself, he will not be bored or slack at all. He will answer calls as late as possible, how boring things he is willing to share, and how meaningless quarrels he will answer.

In fact, it is precisely because Libra is always righteous, he will pay special attention to the words spoken by the lion, even if the lion is guilty of deliberately looking for a sense of existence, Libra will patiently play with him.

What is this called?

In Internet parlance, this makes me understand your cute love, you understand my weirdness.

Some friends may start crying when they look at it, "It was true at the beginning, but then he changed, and the relationship between the two people deteriorated, and they couldn't go back." ”

Indeed, this is also the biggest contradiction between the feelings of these two people.

The problem now is that both of them have too much hope for this relationship and too strong a vision for the future.

In fact, these two people are very contradictory, the lion is fierce, Libra is more fierce than the lion, they often get unhappy because of a sentence that does not coincide, sulking.

But the vast majority of contradictions do not break out because they are bowing their heads for love to make way for love, not for each other.

Many times, they are angry and do not say, they are afraid of affecting their feelings, and this fear must be because two people have had an earth-shattering quarrel, so that both people are afraid of this scene again.

The key to the problem is here, these two people must really quarrel for no reason, such as today I called you you perfunctory me, tomorrow I sent you a message you did not reply in time, the day after tomorrow I asked you out to eat you said you have something, the day after tomorrow I lie down very bored you go out to play.

As long as one party is out of balance, he will suddenly burst out after chewing for a few days, and then attack the other party.

The lion is a man who cannot speak, and Libra is a man who says he will fight back.

Therefore, no matter who is looking for whose trouble, it will definitely break out into a "war".

As long as one of the two people has an unbalanced mentality, this "war" will break out regularly.

It is never because of what happened, but because of grievances.Passive people are wronged, and active people are even more wronged.

Once tired of the quarrel, the two people began to recover and think about why this relationship became like this, whether the two people are compatible, and whether there is a future, and the spiritual belief brought by the relationship will also collapse.

As I said earlier, when these two people are in love, they will leave their lives behind and start a new relationship life, when they try to return to their previous life and find that it will be easier and happier.

This relationship may never go back.

Because they have given too much in their relationship, when they start to care about who is right and who is wrong, and who pays more and who pays less, they will feel that both of them are emotional "victims".

They will feel that neither of them did anything wrong, it's the fault of their relationship, they are inappropriate people and shouldn't be together...

To be honest, I can only analyze these, and I can't help anyone.

When these two people fall in love, they will protect their exclusive feelings to the utmost, and they will not listen to outsiders at all...

The biggest problem is that they imagine their relationship too beautifully, and the blow of reality will make them suspect that their relationship has deteriorated.

Normal mind is very important, don't focus on how to keep two people from quarreling, this will only make both of them feel more wronged when there is a real quarrel.

The key to success is that after the quarrel is over, whether you can make three chapters calmly, and when you find that there is a gap between two people, whether you can go out for a walk and relax, then sit down and communicate calmly, and ease the grievances in each other's hearts.

Don't think that feelings should be sacred, so avoid talking about impurities in feelings! ! !

Only by cleaning out the impurities will the relationship last and then sublimate.

Persistence and belief are very important, and maintenance and communication are more important.

MY GOD. If this piece does not describe what we have seen and speculated about ZZ and WYB then I don’t know. It’s so clear why BXGs responded to it and how “accurate” it is. 😌😌😌

CPFs are thinking about this guy who attended the show and saw WYB, did he think about that article years ago? How people reacted to the Leo x Libra pair and he got interested with ZZ and WYB?

This also reminds me of the 95% compatibility reading.

Anyway, these boys and their love is truly favored by the Universe and even if there are obstacles, I believe they will stay together <3

#yizhan #bjyx #there is no science here i’m just clowning like i always do

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kitthepurplepotato · 1 year

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New to the story? Start here! -> PART 1

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Part 6 (or alternative universe 1/3):

Bakugou Katsuki and the case of an unexpected team up mission.

(feat. Deku & Todoroki)

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Author’s note: I would recommend reading this part (and the next 2) even if you don’t know the full story! It will be super fun!

I’ll leave a quick “catch up” for you guys, so you can understand the beginning!

Also, English is my second language. Sorry for the mistakes.

Warnings: Swear words!

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Okay guys, I know I’m supposed to have Best Jeanist as the guest for this part, but I had this idea, and after all my mental struggles I actually ended up writing more Shenanigans, even tho this story is supposed to be on a long-term hiatus, so spare my life, please 😂

For those who only want to read this part: Reader is Bakugou’s assistant, an ex-hero from another country, currently out of business due to an injury. Her quirk is super powerful; she can have any quirk she can think of, even multiple at once.

You and Bakugou “hate each other” (not really), he is your boss, and you are not easy to boss around. Don’t tell anyone, but you guys care about each other quite a lot.

In the last part, you fainted due to overworking yourself and Bakugou ended up being your caretaker for the day. He “hated” every minute of it.

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“Hey, you fuckstick! We have guests, stop zoning out like a brainsless idiot!”

Ahh, it’s so good to be back in the office again!

Oh wait…

It’s certainly not.

Since the fainting incident… Bakugou is an even bigger ass than he was before. You didn’t think it’s possible, but here you are, half asleep, being shouted at for no reason, your coffee still untouched on your office desk.

You were absolutely aware of the fact that you probably won’t ever see Dynamight’s caring side ever again, but you really can’t believe how much damage this small mess-up has done to your already tense relationship.

“I thought I am a brainless idiot anyway.” You sigh into the distance, your face plastered to the desk’s shiny surface. Maybe this time, you’ll be the person faking being dead to get away from a traumatic situation; because shit you not, you are actually traumatized by this sudden personality change.

“We can come back later, Kacchan.” Comes a smooth voice from the door, which soothes your troubled soul right away. What a pleasant voice to be listening to so early in the morning! You might as well just go back to sleep now.

But wait…

Kacchan?

“The fucker had enough time to laze around last week.” Grumbles the blonde demon with zero sympathy in his harsh voice.

Honestly, Dynamight should be banned from talking between 10 PM and 10AM.

“I think you are being too harsh on her. Living half of her life with you is enough of a torture as it is.” Another pleasant voice joins the conversation, making the demon in front of you so angry he almost explodes your head with an accidental explosion coming out from his palms.

“I will blow you out of my fucking office window if you don’t shut the fuck up, you half and half bastard, who the fuck invited you anyway…”

“I did, Kacchan.” Speaks up the soothing voice again, but this time, it sounds more squeaky and less pleasant.

Okay, who are these people?!

As you slowly emerge from your half sleeping position, your eyes are met with 2 really handsome guys; one with a magnificent pine green hair, the other half crimson half white, split perfectly in the middle.

Oh, shit.

You are not the fangirl kinda gal, but you are internally screaming so loud you can barely hear your own voice; hence why you might be screaming like and absolute fool right now.

“Deku-san, Shouto-san, sorry for my terrible behavior! Welcome to the agency! Please take a seat!” You sit up as quickly as you can, bumping your knees into the thick office desk while standing up. The loud thump echoes in the otherwise silent office, but you pay no mind to the awkward situation and point at the office sofa.

This is fine.

This is salvageable.

You can do this.

“Now you can fucking behave…” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight, making the situation awkward again. Of course.

“Jealous much?” You snap back, ready for a fight.

“Why the fuck would I be jealous?! Who do you think you are?”

Woah, the bitch is angry.

“I’m supposed to be your right hand, but if you keep bitching, I’ll shove my resignation up your ass and blow you up with it.” You scream back, lovely guests respectfully ignored for the time being.

“My right hand?! A pimple on my back, maybe.” Shouts the blonde back with sparkling palms, slowly getting closer. Oi.

“At least it’s not a pimple on his ass. Sounds like a compliment to me.” Speaks up Shouto, clearly not reading the room properly.

“Shou, not now…” squeaks Deku with a red face, slowly moving in front of his friend protectively.

“What did you say, Steakface?”

“I said, you two get along well.” Deadpans the half and half hero, still oblivious to the dangers of his words.

“WE DO NOT!” You both scream in the poor guys face, when another person arrives at the office door.

“SHUT UP, ALL OF YOU!” The savior of the day, Kirishima appears in the office, his hardened body ready for a fight in between the four of you.

“Thank god.” Sighs the number one hero and collapses on the sofa like a sack of potatoes.

The trust these guys have in Kirishima is amazing. You were so used to seeing him every day, you kinda forgot how strong and reliable he is when it’s needed.

You have the biggest respect for the poor guy, who’s willingly by Dynamight’s side, listening to his yapping every day without being payed for it.

After a few moments of awkward silence, fresh coffee is being served to the two guests; you silently thank Kirishima for taking the burden from your shoulders today.

“So what are you guys doing here today?” You try to start a conversation while sipping your lukewarm coffee.

“Shouto and I were in the area and we thought it would be nice to see Kacchan, as he never replies to me.” Deku gives you a shy smile and damn, number one hero or not, he is absolutely adorable. You are not sure how can he break bones with that cute face.

“YOU thought it would be nice to see Katsuki. I just came along.” Deadpans Shouto with zero emotion on his face until he gets poked in the side by a scrunched faced Deku. Even his angry face is adorable. What is this guy?

And let’s not even talk about the other one… you can’t help but wonder if the handsome fella has any other expressions than the nonchalant, emotionless one he’s wearing now (and in every single interview you were forced to watch with your bestie); does he keep his facade on in the bed as well? You kinda want to investigate that.

Wow, you might need to get laid just as much as your angry boss does.

“Shouto, I told you not to say everything out loud.” Reprimands the green haired hero, reminding you of a kindergarten teacher telling of a child for eating sand.

You can’t help the giggle bubbling up in your throat as you take in the sight in front of you; the two best friends sitting on the sofa, clearly comfortable with each other, the angry sulking blonde next to them, who’s trying to hide his happiness with aggressive expressions and filth coming out of his mouth, the silent presence of Kirishima leaning on the back of the sofa, beaming at the two bickering heroes with pure adoration.

“Stop smiling like a pervert.” Mumbles Mr. Dynamight with a slight blush on his face, staring into the distance to avoid any kind of eye contact.

“How could I NOT smile, you guys are so cute together.”

“Cu…cute?!” Stutters the blonde, face red as a tomato. “What the actual fuck is cute about this?! Did your parents drop you as a child, or what? Also, this meeting is over, everyone fuck off!” Explodes Mr. Katsuki, and starts throwing everyone out of the office one by one; or at least he tries until Deku steps in front of him.

“Wait… I need to talk to you about something.” Says the greenette with a serious expression.

“I knew you fucking want something…” Bakugou rolls his eyes and puts the other hero down on the sofa. “Spill it, you goddamned nerd.” He grumbles while sitting down, ready to listen to Deku’s “annoying” rambling.

“So there is this villain group we are after…”

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“Why am I here Mr. Dynamight?!”

That’s the question of the century, to be honest.

As you look around in the area in front of you, you can see nothing but pure destruction; abandoned homes burst in flames, the sky grey and foggy from all the smoke, the pavement broken into chunks of concrete, which makes your steps wobbly and uneven.

This is a war zone. And you are standing right in the middle of it.

“Don’t look so frightened, aren’t you supposed to be a hero?” Answers the blonde with the most nasty tone possible, looking at you like you’re a piece of shit he just stepped on by accident. Well, if he can’t give you a disappointed look as his face is hiding behind a protective mask, he had to make sure his words hurt you just as well as his usual angry face does.

“Kacchan…” sighs Deku with a massive bandage on his right hand, giving you a tiny smile for reassurance. “The fight is over now, most of the villains are already behind bars. This place is supposed to be safe for heroes.“ he explains. “We lost one of the bad guys tho, so we need to investigate the area for clues.”

This still doesn’t explain why are you, a basic-ass secretary, here. You might have been a hero a few months ago, but you are far away from being “battle ready”; you can barely manage the small gigs with the amount of mana you have, as your body is still using up all your energy to heal itself.

“Your shitty quirk is perfect for this investigation. If by any chance there is a sudden fight, you can hide behind my fucking skirt and cry like a looser.” Bakugou snaps at you, while Todoroki rolls his eyes in disapproval.

Wow, that’s a new facial expression! What a day to be alive.

“Why are we friends with him again?” Deadpans the half and half hero, making the blonde angry and furious. As the two start their usual bickering, you sigh into the void and make your way into the ex-battlefield. You take a deep breath and bring out a few different quirks all at once; levitation, x-ray vision and a new one you just came up with; a sensor that tells you the last movements in the area you are looking at.

The burnt down homes in front of you are indeed abandoned but there is one still in tact, away from the burnt area, built extremely close to the forest; compared to the other parts of the battlefield, the house feels lived in, heat-wise.

“Y/N-san, wait for us!” You hear a voice behind your back, but you are too focused on your current task; finding clues about the whereabouts of the last villain stranding.

There are old footprints coming out through the back door, going into the forest; the angle of the footprints indicate…

“Katsuki, behind you!” You scream from the top of your lungs, but it’s too late; the villain jumps out from behind the tree, right next your boss.

“So this is how I fucking die…” You say, while you activate another quirk; teleportation.

In only a millisecond you end up behind the blonde; the villain’s quirk hitting you instead of Bakugou. The world suddenly shifts and you are falling into the eternal nothingness.

Why did you save the person who treats you like shit every single day?

Because your body moved on it’s own.

You are not sorry for doing it either; You can’t help but think about the way he cared for you when you were sick and about how he always brings you coffee, even when he’s being a bitch about it afterwards.

The small acts of kindness say more than the loud words; Bakugou Katsuki might be the biggest asshole in the whole word, but he doesn’t deserve to die; not like this, not right now.

“You fucking idiot!” Screams a voice you know so well, frustrated and confused. Even though you are falling into nothing, you can kinda see what’s happening in the real world; you can see Bakugou kneeling on the floor, looking at the floor where you are supposed to be, you can see Todoroki freezing the villain in one place, handcuffing him with quirk canceling handcuffs, you can see Deku, trying to calm down the crying hero… what?

Is Bakugou crying?! He must be really angry, then.

Suddenly, your back hits the ground; the sun is shining aggressively into your face, making you flinch; you can also hear some happy chatter not too far away from you.

The chatter suddenly stops and there are quick footsteps coming your way; you try to make yourself invisible out of habit, but your quirk decides to act up; you can’t feel the usual warmth of your power anymore.

“I really don’t want to support your stupid conspiracy theory, but… this woman just fell from the sky.” Mumbles a blonde nerdy guy, pushing his glasses up to see you better. His face is soft, but confused, his brows scrunched in an adorable way and it might be because of the pain, but he looks kinda familiar.

Is this… a dream?

“This is not the time for this, Kacchan. She’s hurt!” Reprimands the green haired nerd in the loudest PRIDE t-shirt you’ve ever seen. Is that eyeliner under his eyes? Cute.

Wait…

This isn’t a dream. You would not be able to come up with this shit, even if you tried.

A sudden realization dawns upon you as you stare into those warm, green eyes, dumbfounded.

“Deku?” You mumble incredulously, eyes wide, mouth open. You gawk at the blonde nerd on the other side of you; you are met with the crimson eyes you know so well.

“Bakugou Katsuki?”

This is ridiculous. This can’t be real.

This guy can’t be…

“Do you know us? Are we friends? Please, tell me you are Kacchan’s wife from the future!”

“You rewatched Back To The Future without me, you shitty nerd!” Complains the blonde, clearly offended by his traitor of a friend. “Also, are you my wife from the future? I hope you are.” The blonde sighs.

“Kacchan…” Deku pats his friend’s back apologetically, and Bakugou Katsuki doesn’t pull away.

What.

The.

Actual.

Fuck.

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Chapter 3: A Dream of Starlight

Part 2 | Part 4

Daunts Gown

TW: Dream's an asshole (yep he's sharing titles with his sibling this bit! 😂), some light choking (not the fun kind), character death, angst, fluff

The Corinthian walked across the misty bridge, each side lined with statues of wolves and dogs. He regarded each with a fond look, having known them all once before they met their ends. Daunt's companions never lived long, something about her realm... about being by her side seemed to make them die faster. She'd gone a while without using another of those stones, but the loneliness always won out in the end. Once he cleared the bridge he stood at her newly constructed home, a simple hut at the base of the tallest tree in The Forest. Sitting guard in front of him the wolf Puck watched with glowing yellow eyes. The Nightmare tipped his hat and adjusted his glasses. "Evening, mutt."

"My lady isn't taking visitors today. Leave." The wolf growled lowly.

"I've come on official business, I'm afraid." Corinthian held up the engraved letter with a tight smile. "Dream sent me to deliver this."

The tree roots cracked as they wrapped tightly around his legs, squeezing him at the sound of his creators name. It was hardly a secret that Daunt and Dream had a bit of a... Falling out after their last conversation, though calling it such would be generous. Corinthian remembered it all too well, having been the only one beside Jessamy that had been present for it.

It had began almost immediately after Destruction left his post. Dream sought you out in your realm, angry and looking for answers. Answers that you didn't have. You sat with your companion at the time, Gaia, on the bridge looking out at the river that now ran beneath your feet. It was then that you felt him, his power shoving through The Forest without care or thought as he looked for you. You'd not seen him for years, not since he'd last scolded you for entertaining his favorite Nightmare, who it seemed accompanied him with low words that almost sounded like The Corinthian was trying to calm him down.

Jessamy flew out of the trees, landing next to you. "Forgive our intrusion, Daunt. Please just answer his questions... he is not in the mood for opposition today."

A warning from Dream's trusted raven? That was odd. Usually the two were far more in sync in thought and action. Dream tore through the branches and stared you down. "Did you know?"

You tilted your head to the side with narrow eyes. "You'll have to be more specific."

The Corinthian emerged shortly after his maker and set a hand on Dream's arm, an action that was promptly shoved off as he stalked forward. "Destruction is gone."

"Gone?" You questioned, disbelief and pain nearly bringing you down.

"He has abandon his realm and his role." Dream stopped just before the bridge. "Did you know that he intended to go?"

"No." He left? You thought back on the last time you spoke fully, he had seemed tired... Restless then.

"Liar."

You scoffed, a sound more meant to clear your now tight throat than anything. "Why would I lie?"

Dream took a step forward, the wood creaking beneath his foot. Gaia's haunches rose and she growled lowly beside your feet. The darkness of your realm seemed to curl around Dream as he continued moving forward until you stood face to face. "Out of spite to the rest of us, to protect him, to wreak havoc on the world. Take your pick."

With a simple show of your palm, Gaia calmed, but did not relent in her defensive stance. You stared down Dream just as you always had, but this time was different, this time he was actually showing you something... not his usual mild annoyance but his anger. "I didn't know and I wouldn't have kept it from anyone if I did. Despite your belief, I am no liar."

"I do not believe you," he spat. "Where is he?"

"I don't know."

Dream's hand wrapped around your throat, not squeezing too hard, but enough to startle you. "Where is my brother?"

You pushed yourself further into his hand, bringing your face closer to his. "I already told you. I. Don't. Know."

"Dream," Corinthian called, uncharacteristically stiff. "We're wasting our time."

Gaia was growling again as Jessamy and Corinthian all tried to get his attention, to snap him out of such a deep state of anger that would cause such a lapse of judgment. His hand squeezed harder. "You and him were close. Do you expect me to believe he told you nothing of his plans when it seems he shared everything else?"

You knew this insinuation, he'd used it to insult you many times before. Yet, he would never listen to you tell him such rumors of yours and Destructions intimate connect were just another of Desires games to make you feel unwanted. "Believe what you want, Dream, but you are not the only one he abandon. I share the same pain as you."

"You share nothing with me."

"If you're going to kill me then do it." The words seemed to shock him out of his rage, or rather the eagerness in your voice. The light came back to his eyes as he looked down at his hand still wrapped tightly around your throat. A human would have likely suffocated by now. "I have been ready to die from the moment I was made." His hand released you, but his eyes remained glued to your neck where the bruise of his violence was no doubt prominent. You let loose a breath and shook your head. "A pity. For a moment I thought you were actually going to show me some semblance of kindness."

His eyes seemed to water as he sighed, his hand hesitantly reaching toward you. "Daunt..."

The thick tree branches wrapped around him before he could touch you again, pulling him deep into The Forest as the mist grew thicker. "You are done talking, Dream Lord."

"I-" A root covered his mouth as Gaia's glowing purple eyes pierced the darkness, her low growls filling the space around Dream as you emerged from the trees, nothing more than what humans described of you. A woman of mist and her companion of shadows.

"Stop talking." You said, lowly, the trees around you shaking with your voice. White snakes slithered around his bound limbs, hissing as they moved. "I have put up with your lowly treatment for centuries. Have respected your realm and your wishes even when it made my duty strained. All this kindness, all the respect I bore you and yet you would dare to enter my realm and raise your hand against me?" Dream tried to speak against the rough wood that covered his mouth, but you were no longer listening. You were physically shaking, the pain and anger and betrayal of not one but two of the Endless filling your body. "No longer. I will not look upon your face or hear your silken voice spit cruelty at me ever again, Dream Lord. And if you ever return I will kill you. I don't care if your siblings retaliate, I don't care if your death causes the end of all life. I have had enough."

He was released in an instant as The Corinthian and Jessamy found their way to where you both stared one another down. He breathed for a moment before standing, hand once again reaching for you. "Daunt, let me-"

"Leave." You ground out, tears running down your cheeks and your hands closed so tightly together that it hurt. "Leave and never come back."

Gaia leapt from the shadows when Dream took a step towards you. She stood tall between the two of you, white teeth bared as she snapped them at him, you turned away and began to walk back into the misty trees. "My lady has commanded you. Should you refuse it will bring me great pleasure to tear you and your companions limb from limb, King of Nightmares."

Of course he did not relent and so you cast him out, along with Jessamy and The Corinthian. Once all was still again and only you and Gaia remained you collapsed, sobbing as Gaia wrapped herself around you, pressing her head into yours. For years that had been the last you saw of Dream of the Endless and for years it was the last you planned on seeing of him.

He'd sent messengers to request an audience with you and each time you'd refused. You had no wish to see him, no wish to hear his cruel words and endure his lowly treatment of you for simply existing. As you'd told him you were done. You did your duty in the dreams of men, only ever remaining on the black sands of his world to watch the sunrise when you were certain he would not come to find you.

Some of his subjects would approach you for conversation, mostly nightmares such as The Corinthian who remained your friend throughout the centuries and Gault who respected you and your purpose. On rare occasions Cain or Abel would be with the once nightmare named Gregory they would speak to you fondly and Gregory was always a friend. Then there were the rarest occasions where Dreams trusted librarian, Lucienne, would be out on the beaches and would speak with you, though you long suspected that this was of Dreams doing... a way to see how angry you still were with him.

Anger was no longer what you felt, not for a long while, now all that remained was hurt and loss. You'd lost Destruction, who'd been the only one to understand you from the beginning of your existence and then in the same day Dream... a being you loathed but respected made his feelings about you clear. You were nothing to him. You may have been forced to interact through your duties, may have joined him and his family for dinner, may have had moments where for even just a short second it felt like he didn't hate you... but the reality remained the same. Your function meant little to him, your life meant even less. All Dream of the Endless would ever see you as was a burden.

As the years passed, Gaia too grew weaker. She'd lived by your side, faithfully providing you with protection and companionship, for ten years. She'd lived the longest out of all the stones Destruction had given you before he departed. When moving became too difficult for her you sat beside her on the bridge, her favorite place, and you waited for the end to come as it always did.

Dream had realized his mistake in confronting you over Destructions departure immediately after seeing his handprint left on your skin. He'd lashed out at you because it was easy... because he'd done it thousands of times before. But something had shifted in the scarce meetings he'd had with you the years prior. He found himself thinking of you often, thoughts that began as angry turned softer... he wondered what it would be like to show you his realm, to hear your voice not filled with malice and distain, to feel the your warm skin against his. The thoughts never left him alone, and after you'd thrown him out of your realm and told him never to return they'd only grown stronger.

He'd not seen you since that night, well, not truly. There were some nights he stood on the beaches and watched you from afar. Once he'd even tried to approach you, but the purple eyed wolf had stopped him with a glare. After that he stayed away, sometimes he'd send Jessamy to watch you, or Lucienne to gauge your ire. Eventually the fleeting feeling of your presence was not enough for him, and so he began sending messengers to your realm, in hopes you'd accept his offer and allow him to approach you. That never happened.

Though he'd never admit it to anyone, Dream felt badly. So badly he took to sitting in the Waking World alone with his thoughts. Death always found him in moments like this, and with a sigh she invited him to join her in her work. Dream accepted, as he always did, opting to wait outside the locations she traveled, but unlike the times before at the end she offered him no advice or words of encouragement. She instead turned to him and pressed a hand to his chest. "You might not want to join me for this last one."

"Why not?"

"It's... It's not like my usual collections. You won't be able to wait off to the side while I do this."

Dream merely bowed his head slightly to his sister. "I should like to accompany you nonetheless, sister."

When The Forest greeted them with an open path and thin mist, Dream was surprised to say the least. He followed Death closely until they reached the bridge he'd stood on and threatened Daunt all those years ago. This time she was on the ground, holding her trusted purple eyed wolf in her arms and whispering comforting words to it. He stood at the edge of the bridge, eyes only now taking in the statues of her other fallen companions that lined the path.

This was wrong. Shaping stones were not meant to perish, and yet they all had, nearly every stone he'd given to Destruction after the first was spent before his eyes. Death approached with reverence and knelt beside Daunt. "I'm sorry."

"I know." It was the first time he'd heard her voice in so long. She sounded so sad, so tired.

"I'll make sure she finds her way," Death promised as she laid a hand to the wolfs head. He watched lift the wolfs spirit up into the sky and vanish.

Daunt cried into the fur of her lost friend, the mist curling around her and the trees around them seemingly crying out as if they too felt the pain of her loss. He took a step forward, the bridge creaking beneath his feet. "Leave."

He paused in his steps and sighed. "Daunt, please..."

"GO AWAY!" She screamed, the mist shooting out toward him, blinding his sight and pushing him over the edge of the bridge and into the dark waters of her realm. Somehow he found his way to the waters of The Dreaming, back to the docks of his own realm, but now cursed with the image of Daunt curled over her dead friend and weeping.

Dream found himself holding a blue stone as he approached Lucienne in the library. She bowed her head and looked at him with inquisitive eyes. "My lord? Is there something I can help you with?"

"I hope so, Lucienne."

You opened your door to glare at The Corinthian, who stood in the same spot in front of Puck's watchful eyes. "Why the fuck would I accept this invitation when I've denied all the others?"

He shrugged. "Not a clue. I'm just the messenger."

With a few steps forward you gave Puck a loving scratch behind his ears and took the intricate envelop out of Corinthian's hands, tearing it in two and tossing it to the ground. "Message delivered and denied."

"Come on, Daunt," The Corinthian said with a crooked grin. "He's got a party to crash this time. I'll be all by my lonesome if you don't come."

"I'd rather die than attend any part of his."

"Me too, but I'm forced to go. If you were to come with me, we could at least have a bit of fun." He pulled a package out from behind him. "Besides, Dream had the sense to send a gift with me this time."

You rolled your eyes. "If it's another of his gowns I don't want it. He makes them these beautiful colors on purpose just so I have to watch them turn white."

Corinthian shook the box a bit. "This ones already white. We'll match."

For a moment you prepared to decline again, but the Nightmare seemed off... seemed like he needed this fun he spoke of more than he let on. So with a sigh you grabbed the box out of his hands and turned back inside to get changed. "You owe me big after this."

Dream had crafted the dress beautifully. It was the only compliment you'd give him and it would remain a quiet one. You'd attend his party, but you had no plans to speak with him or even look at him, just as you'd promised all those years ago. Once you'd changed and gotten yourself cleaned up a bit you rejoined The Corinthian and Puck with an annoyed expression. The Corinthian tilted his glasses down and whistled. "Lookin like a real Lady now, should I bow?"

"Stop teasing and let's just get this over with please?"

"As you command, my fine Lady Daunt."

"Corinthian..." You warned taking his arm. "Don't make me smack you around."

He merely shrugged as the two of you continued down the path. "Could be kinda fun."

Dream sat on his throne, watching his creations celebrate and in all honestly he'd forgotten the cause of this party. His head felt heavy, the hours passing with The Corinthian still not returned from Daunt's forest. Perhaps this time his request had been answered, or more likely, she'd gotten tired of his insistent asking and decided to take the Nightmare hostage. Just as he was about to give up all hope he saw The Corinthian enter, with Daunt and her new wolf beside him. The residents of The Dreaming moved out of her way, whispering about not wanting their gown to lose color and Dream felt another pang of guilt fill his chest.

It was his doing, their callousness of her. They were merely treating her as he had all the eons of this world. Daunt, however remained focused on the Nightmare at her side as he pulled her in closer. He couldn't help but feel a rising heat in him at their closeness, at the sight of his nightmare whispering things in her ear that brought a smile to her face or a laugh from her. She'd never given him either... he'd never given her a reason to.

Lucienne smiled from beside him. "Lady Daunt is looking well."

"Yes," he answered tensely, his eyes now drawn down the length of her. She'd worn the gown he sent... it was not often he cursed himself for his creations, but damn this was one. Dream couldn't focus on anything else, not while that dress, slightly too sheer, hugged her form so nicely, the jewels shimmering with every move she made and the intricate vines and tiny flowers brought attention to the plunging neckline that he had designed. Did he design it this way because the dress would be beautiful? Or had he done it because he wanted to see Daunt in it... to see her skin revealed to him in such a way... No. He cut the thought off before it could fully stick in his mind.

"It is a wonder she accepted this invitation," Lucienne noted. "It has been quite some time... perhaps she has-"

"She has not forgotten, Lucienne." He sighed, leaning back into his throne with a frown. "Nor has she forgiven."

Daunt was many things, but she was not one to forget lightly. She was here, yes, but she'd not looked in his direction once, and she most likely did not intend to do more than stay by his nightmares side and leave. Dream could only hope he could find a moment with her alone before this opportunity was gone.

Dancing with The Corinthian made the heat of Dreams eyes on you feel lessened, only slightly. You'd spent a few hours taking in the sights of the beautiful throne room, of the Dreaming that you were always denied access to. You didn't see much of it aside from the palace, but it would have to be enough. As the room began to really fill with Dreams subjects you snuck away to the pier, a location you knew from little glimpses. The Corinthian sighed, placing an arm around your shoulders. "Thanks for coming with me. I'm sorry you're likely going to regret it."

You shrugged it off. "You deserved to have fun tonight."

"At what cost to you though?"

"At the very least an unpleasant conversation." You nudged his shoulder. "But, it's one I will gladly suffer to bring you some peace, my friend."

He opened his mouth to speak again when Puck's growls interrupted him and the long not felt power of Dream brought a chill to your skin. The Nightmare tipped his hat to you and sighed. "Sorry, Daunt." He turned and smiled at his creator. "Dream."

You turned away, looking out at the water as Dream slowly made his approach. "I would speak with Daunt alone. If she will allow it."

Saying nothing you waved your hand and Puck followed The Corinthian down the pier, away from the two of you. You told yourself this was to keep the witnesses of his murder lower, but in truth you were afraid they would see you as weaker in Dreams overwhelming presence.

His black clad figure settled in beside you, his hands clasping behind his back. "It is lovely out here."

Silence.

"I was surprised to see you..." He admitted. "I did not think you would accept my invitation."

More silence.

"I see you have a new companion, if I'm not mistaken that is the last of the stones you carry?"

Silence again. Did he expect you to answer?

Dream turned his gaze to you, a loud sigh echoing in the air. "Daunt... please speak with me."

This time you relented slightly. "I've nothing left to say to you, King of Nightmares."

"I... I regret my actions all those years ago." His admittance was surprising, but it did little to ease the pain he'd caused. "My brothers decision affected me more than I thought and I was... I was looking for a way to release it."

"Fortunate for you, that you just so happened to know where the cosmic mistake resides."

"That is not what you are," he answered softly. For a moment you almost believed him.

You shook you head and ground your teeth. "You've made it quite obvious what you think of me. You and Desire see me as little more than a thorn in your sides, a mistake, a burden meant to make your lives miserable."

Dream was quiet for a moment, the comparison to his sibling must have struck him deeply. "Perhaps that is what I thought of you once. But I see now that I was wrong."

"You see now?" You scoffed. "Don't insult me."

"Let me show you then?" He offered, moving his hand toward you an action that made you flinch away from him. He dropped his hand after that and gestured to the water. "Please?"

Just this once, you'd indulge him. Just the last time you'd let yourself give into the whims of the Dream Lord. Once inside the waters you were guided to a dream... a memory? You both stood in a theatre, empty save for a few people going over lines and the set design. On the stage a woman clothed in all white with a very unconvincing dog at her side stood. A man, the writer, you presumed stood in front of her, giving her notes on her performance. You glared at the figure and felt a fear rise up in your chest. Of course this was another game... another trick meant to make you feel inferior. "Is this meant to be me?"

"Yes."

You turned quickly. "I did not come here to be insulted."

Dream stopped you with a gentle, feather light grip on your arm. "Wait."

The writer sighed. "She's not meant to be evil."

"But she's trying to stop the story, isn't she?" The actress asked. "Doesn't that mean she's evil?"

"No." He laughed. "No. She doesn't want to stop the story, she merely wants us to... to understand it better. Every time she cuts the heroes off from their parts of the story, their quest what happens?"

"They find another way."

"A better way. They see things they hadn't before, they add things to their plan they take things away. Don't you see? She is the reason the story is any good at all!" The writer gestured to the actress. "I think she knows our stories, our creativity better than we do... she challenges us to do better - be better, to achieve not just our measly little goals but to achieve the greatness we are so intimidated by!"

Tears stung your eyes when you both returned to the pier. Still you refused to look at Dream, refused to show him this weakness... and to have to admit that this was the nicest thing anyone had ever given you. "I was wrong to assume you meant the humans... the creators of this world harm. Because of you they find courage, the thing that idea alone cannot give. Your function forces them to face their worst fears, to separate them from what they believe is who they are... their life's work... and you make them find the courage to seek it out and make it better."

"If I didn't know any better I'd think this was a dream."

"I didn't think you had dreams," he said quietly. "I never thought to ask."

"I do." Immediately you shook your head at him. "Not how you're thinking."

"How then?"

"When I sleep I see misty figures on a vast plain of nothingness. There's nothing of substance in them, nothing really or imagined."

For a moment he was silent and then he turned to face you. "If you could go anywhere while you slept, where would it be?"

"Dream…"

"Tell me, and tonight it will be so."

You thought for a moment, turning your head away from his blistering gaze on you and up to the clouded sky you'd been doomed to stare at since the beginning of your existence. "The stars." It felt so foolish. "I would walk among the stars."

A glitter of sand swirled around you, a halo framing your head before it settled into a soft trickle, coating you in the soft tingly feeling of it. "Breathe, open your mind to me."

It was easier than you thought it would be, though you'd quickly written it off as your mind succumbing to Dream's power and not even entertaining the foolish notion that you'd trusted him. For a moment all you could see was darkness, but a cool breeze kissed your skin and a hand gently squeezed yours. "Open your eyes."

Nothing could have prepared you for what you would see when you did. Stars, endless shining stars of every size and shape, twinkled in the cosmic clouds. The ground beneath your feet was a reflective mirror of ice, glowing dimly beneath the ethereal sky. A shuddering breath left you as turned, looking in every direction as if the white mist and nothingness would be lurking around the corner. It was so beautiful.

For the first time in years you looked at him, his star filled eyes practically glowing here. He said nothing, simply holding his palm out to you, a blue stone sitting in the middle. It was then that it dawned on you... the stones from Destruction... "They were yours?"

"They were from my realm, but they were always yours." He frowned slightly. "If I had known that they died... This one will not fade, I assure you."

"Why are you doing this?"

Dreams eyes glistened with repressed tears. "Because you were right. I've been nothing but cruel to you... no better than Desire in making you feel lesser than us at every turn when you have simply done your duty as we do. I was wrong to write you off as an adversary and my actions against you that day... they are unforgivable."

You'd never heard Dream apologize before, and though he'd likely not do it fully you could feel his regret in the air between you. Taking the stone from his hand you looked at it closely, holding it carefully. "Thank you, for tonight, Dream."

"It is what you were owed." He answered. "If you wish it, from here on my gates are open to you."

You smiled, soft and hesitant, but you smiled. "I've not yet forgiven you... but I will not forget this, Dream of the Endless."

He bowed his head. "Goodbye, Lady Daunt. I hope to see you again soon."

"Goodbye, Dream Lord..."

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